She lives by candlelight
sharpens small words, till they become
arrows,
When she throws them at the fence
they stick in her
neighbours flesh,
They are barbed, like her spirit,
which is not softened
even by candlelight
A contest entry
- 10 lines or incredible poetry by Lavender Butterfly.
550 points, ended December 15, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Oh My Word~
Wowzers this is Powerful my Friend and what Excellent imagery also weaving of words~
Bravo!!!
Love how You have written this~
Grabs quite hard~~
They are barbed, like her spirit,
Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet One
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Aww...this is thought-provoking and deep.
Well-expressed.
Congrats on the Gold.
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Lovely!!! Love the depth in this.
Congrats on the GOLD!!
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This is so creatively engaging... x
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nice!!
as usual, your words seem to weave magic... -
well done!
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Thankyou mmook for your kind words on my poem. I have just been trying to edit this down linewise to comply with the contest rules, but every time it keeps coming up the same. I think its my browser. Thanks again for your comment. With all my very best wishes from Rose xx
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