Shadowless dusk
lets me see
through fingertips
folding across an unmade scene ~
where I sit
evoked by the sympathy of summer
searching the heights of my soul;
which still looks exactly right
because of the way the fading light falls upon it
unaware
that there shall always be -
two cups where I breathe...
A contest entry
- Celebration on 500 Trophies! by Harrisham Minhas.
1500 points, ended December 7, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Woot!
Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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wow this is really amazing, the imagery is just breath taking and beautiful, best of luck in the contest
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Oh My~
Powerful piece You have penned~ the images tug deep Love the words~ Shadowless dusk-
tugs at the Heartstrings
The last line grabs
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes in the contest too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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This is a thought-provoking and sad write.
Well-expressed.
"lets me see
through fingertips
folding across an unmade scene"
Very nice.
Thanks for your entry.
Harrisham Minhas
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A very contemplative write. This evokes such melancholy feelings. I enjoyed the presentation. Thanks for sharing.
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seem fitting for me...though one cup falls empty...
mal
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