Dusk closes today with a black curtain
Beer, whisky we can contain none
Sweet salver of silence:
A snail is hardly noticed as it climbs,
Its December!
The scattered pieces of a golden dish
Bond together under the chandelier
Over the dining table are
Like blood through my veins and arteries
Flowing through my heart.
Whistling winter winds blow
Seeds to my nursery bed
To blossom into this charming tree,
One tiny seed stems branches of surprise
Like diamond stars of the skies:
My open palm of many fingers.
A contest entry
- for my favorites... by Miss Faith.
1200 points, ended December 22, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is pretty good, the last stanza is great, thanks for sharing this with us here and for joining the sit,e keep up the with the writing,
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"To blossom into this charming tree,
One tiny seed stems branches of surprise
Like diamond stars of the skies:
My open palm of many fingers."
very nice.
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