Gusts sweeping across the mind’s field,
time’s breath blowing its wispy twisters,
thoughts as tumbleweeds roll over the day
leaving a trail of unanswered questions.
The heart sows the spring seeds in desire,
weeds and flowers rise on summer’s breeze,
autumn brings the fall’s wilting whispers
winter’s air blows dreams in icy reflections.
A contest entry
- 8-Line Poems by Daire.
550 points, ended January 23, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This has a very effective and imaginative metaphor. And I love the last line: "winter’s air blows dreams in icy reflections."
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again
so much said with so few words
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Wow, this is a year in the life. It takes a truly brilliant poet to say so much with so few words.
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You always manage to find some amazing metaphors to pen to any prompt. This one is no exception. Love it all!
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene;f
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I love the image in this poem, the ending blew me away. Well penned and such great read.
Best of luck!
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aw wow a delightful poem I love your take on the promt your imagery is wonderful as always good luck in the contest
maralisa
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