Between your ageless thighs of oceanic depth,
I lay down my thirsty head, the water broken
into elemental suns.
A wild rose, saved from hollow-voiced bones:
its marrow staggers into coagulated pictures,
hanging on the spinning walls of my mind.
Earthly dew oozes into all broken gates, chemicals dance
on the beat of daily creations, the toolbox of memories open.
A contest entry
- love by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended December 29, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ♪♪ Did you ever write a love song? ♪♪ by Rebekah-Ann.
700 points, ended February 3, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A toolbox of memories... mmm this is very interesting. This piece is filled with imagery and elements that suprizes me. Like the wild rose, that is another deep thought...
Thank you for your entry!
Becks
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A wild rose, saved from hollow-voiced bones:
What continues to impress me about your poetry is the strenth of your imagery and the way you combine unusual words into phrases. I loved this line that makes me think of romance. An unusual and refreshing love poem. Best of luck in the contest.
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This is beautiful - if the word " love" was not wanted it should have been specified - best of luck in this contest this was beautiful - one question your fourth word what is it suppose to be in the first line
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thank you...um...thighs....
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wow I knew you had it in
you, I am dazed!!! i love it! who's your muse?? really good if i could do as good as you, i would be...satisfied!!
Blessings
Rend
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thank you, Rend....my muse?? lol...its a secret brain-part, I guess...
Erwin
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You have a typo in the title.
And line two, 'thursty'?
I would have liked to see the piece without the word 'love' in it.
Otherwise its pretty well done. -
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oke, I will fix it....
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