I could taste October
at the back of my throat
rising
like the tide within ~
leaving the colour
of shoulders at the end of summer
to weigh me down;
I fall
like the clump of maples on the hill
and the one near the door
that you planted
when I couldn't decide
between the pine and the aster;
oh how innocent were those trees
without a voice
Author notes
prompt ~ this or that
A contest entry
- this or by notorious.
912 points, ended December 21, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome
Extraordinary write....Love the ending.
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Wow, you are an increadible poetess. The imagery and emotions weaved within the poem to me makes this just another brilliant poe.
oh how innocent were those trees
without a voice
Isn't that the truth. Thank you for sharing again.
Blessings
Much Love
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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Beautiful!
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Only after getting well, from such a bad experience, could you make it sound so beautiful.
Wonderful....Best wishes in the contest
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Forgot these guys ~
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This is beautiful I love your style of writing
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