She clung to his back
Riding down the freeway
On a jet black motorcycle
It matched his hair
The air smelled of
Seagulls,
And summer
And a million stories
Yet to be told
Someday, she would stop to write them
Someday..
But for that moment
They were free
Riding towards the sun
A contest entry
- Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone... by ShatterglassSecret.
1700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 23 entries
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I love it! It is very descriptive and imagitive.. 'The smell of seaguls in the air'
'someday she would stop to write them down' I love that part! Great job! -
I really liked this! The imagery was great. One can almost feel the wind blowing in their hair and feel the sun on their face. I especially liked "And a million stories/Yet to be told" it expresses living life to the fullest--free to experience it all! Great job!
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Promise ... sing
The air smelled of
Seagulls,
And summer
And a million stories
Yet to be told
V ista Vision Woolf - Virginia - might
A ttempt - see 'To the Lighthouse' - in her dreams,
M uch talent here awaits to see the light,
P romise fertile from fresh womb it seems
E nchantment seeks to share, hope's flowing streams
D estiny's thread should channel with insight.
V oice within, like lighthouse, holds true beams
I n abeyance, waiting for the night
X hilerating, from inspiration's seams
E merge emotions. Through black background white
D raws chromatic images ....... delight !
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Well done, short and sweet. My best wishes.
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beautiful. i loved the imagery, the carelessness of summer days, the freedom i felt in your words. it's short, it's sweet. it says everything it needs to say and leaves lots up to the imagination. thank you for this precious entry.
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She clung to his back
Riding down the freeway
On a jet black motorcycle
It matched his hair
nice imagery!
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