learning alphabet
is broken in psychological chunks
of confidence to display for song
and use, not stuttering twenty six or nine
thus phases are so humanly needed
we see sky peaking or not
for our peek finding posed
pregnancy bulletin
is telescopic by trimester
secrecy to baby bump with naked eye
concern to care as girl finding nighty night likens into lullaby
growth could be 'bout prehension
by chart of life not just individual
or stars versus one shine
that can't be glared out
but for cascading clouds
peculiarly signaled
weathered through
not always looking,
styled light,
when specialness is spectrum
past speck of map that can't be opened
as surroundings following for ripeness
A contest entry
- the crescent of maternal moon by Pamela A Lamppa.
1050 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please leave off good luck, unnatural emoticons, applause symbols...hypes
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wonderful read. my favorite line was # 11 - one of those magic ones that hit hard to the abstract and leave a soul knowing what you mean, without making it obscenely simple to the mind.
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Thank you for an interesting entry. Sound when read is mystifying and brings a gradual awareness full circle with its interesting us of words.
Thank you for a clever entry. ~Pamela -
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Pamela I'm pleased it left fronds of your display...
thank you very much for such an arousing contest and the remark maintaining I didn't get febrile in organizing from chilly thoughts
I'm glad to be a part without a pout reflecting shape turning out for it,
called Carolyn
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great depth here.
You have taken this prompt and ran with it well done and best of luck in the contest
Delila
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delightfulmess ah your desk can still shine I'm sure to go see
thanks for sensing doubled measurement to body of material...
It was prettier than a sprint for me too, but I didn't want to hum by huff of good luck nor yellowed faces like liver going out or something I can't ignore like cirrhosis from culture lost for sunniest lol
Delila you raised my spirits enough with roses and words that considered mine,
called Carolyn
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