the expanse of the ocean
in your upturned palms,
a cerulean hope in your open eyes;
as we gaze up at the silent birds
migrating in this strange colorless winter
i see the world
swirling in the bottom of a coffee mug,
a slice of possibility
at the tip of your tongue;
to wait for the heart
to bloom, even after a frost;
a quarter note pause before
the perfect harmony.
A contest entry
- love by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended December 29, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well done, thank you for that.
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