The third generation monarch butterfly
reaches South; the change we need
pollenizes.
A shoe northward bound
loses its way.
It is said there is an ocean
inside sea shells
(complete, with all its whales
and euphoric dolphins),
and the waves have broken free
from the weeds.
The president elect
will now be mister president
and our fingers crossed,
as we leave historic
voting thumb impressions on the beach,
cup the seashell
to our ears.
In a list
A contest entry
- Win $50, and be published in the next Allpoetry Book! by Kevin.
400 points, ended January 15, 77 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Inauguration, anyone? by aestival.
1200 points, ended January 23, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I really liked this! It's such... a different perspective, and it's a gorgeous image. The lines "and the waves have broken free / from the weeds" took my breath away.
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This is so unique and beautiful.
So colourful. I love the imagery created here.
Like Joseph said, Politics and nature in one.
Masterpiece
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Good luck in the contest.
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An interesting use of metaphor here. Politics and nature all in one fell swoop. This is quite nice. Well done.
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