It soared, then hovered
wings spread
dark against the wide, bright sky.
The dive was sudden, deadly.
Its shrill triumph, the limpless hare
rose above the horizon.
I knew then to let you go for death,
love happen without reason.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries 40 words or less by mysticstorm.
700 points, ended December 9, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Congratulations on your trophy ...
how brilliant a write, Poet. Loss always pierces the heart, but in the same way love always heals -- even the memory thereof.
May the joy of this Season stretch itself well into your future years until love meets Love again.
Myra
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I echo Mystic's sentiment here. THis poem is the strongest and most astounding write I have read in a while.
The metaphor, the love, heartache.... You use nature with such aplomb in your metaphors. But then again, noone can do heartache and loss quite like Rof Cau.
I would even venture to dare that you do it on a level with Myrataal's lovely celebrations of love and life.
Certainly streets ahead of "Sara".
Well done sir, and hats off. My trophy for you.
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WOW! Strong and creative...very interesting with a strong ending...nicely done...
thank you!
mystic
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