my body
becomes hollow
like a dying old oak
who waits
for an owl
to burrow inside,
as emotion does
A contest entry
- 20 words by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended December 19, 2008, 25 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
Comments
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Raw, my friend, very raw.
I loved this.
Sophie,
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Excellent
What a great write. And so deserving of the gold.
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excellent.
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Nice One
I like this write from ya Lil Bro I mean well its about owls lmao just kidding actually that final line of yours is extremely strong and very powerfully stated! I love the fact you wrote it in this way and well it can be interrepted in many ways, I figure dout my own way but I won't state it here Lol any ways nice work and good luck with the contest
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i really, really like this - wonderful use of metaphor...i have read a few poems lately with owls in them.
best of luck....
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you know, i think you should nix the [old].
when i read it, i didnt read that word.
the two 'o' words are a tad clunky together
nonetheless, its rather exceptional for a tini write
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Excellent 20 words... I wonder , did you mean "burrow" ??
good luck in the contest
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oops.
I can't spell for heck
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i kind of don't get this til the end, that last part, i think i got it, but keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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oohhh...hehe. loving it, especially the owl, *starts to kaakoooo* haha
but wonderfully done, and good luck
Stephanie ♥
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Very nice!!!! Good luck, your mind is colorful today that is for sure. Well done.
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I read the last word as 'dies' instead. I think I seem to prefer that one!
Either way, this is pretty intense.
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lol! your so negative! XD I love it
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haha, I take that as a compliment
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you should!
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Wow. That's a really awesome combination of words. Made me sad...
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