Even when thinking don't come easy
always think outside the cone.
A shy whisper on said breeze,
cold seeps into the bones,
calculated environment inside circular cage.
When closet doors blow open
and jam begins to cool
the demented mirror's image
shines hazy and not smooth.
Author notes
Relates to the prompt somehow....just not quite sure how exactly.
A contest entry
- Swiftness by Ken-Maverick.
700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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JUDGED!
Wonderful write,
You've done a good job on the prompt,
Well done
All the best to you in the contest
Ken -
Hey Sweet Pea,
What a read you have here! The images are just amazing! One can see it and even feel the wind blowing open those doors! Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
Ek is lief vir jou altyd
Mom
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Wow. This was excellent. Beautiful imagery and strong thoughts penned. Good luck in the contest. All the best.
Love
Alyzeh
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Wonderful! A write that's rich with imagery and deep words. Good luck in the contest and thanks for sharing.
~Noor
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