on a smooth surface
where the morning mists grace
the layers of frost wet with tears
drops as quiet as a dream
lacing the eve of another
January mourn
caught somewhere between
the darkness of night and yawn of day ...
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 12 entries 40 or less words by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended January 13, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very creative and intruging...
saoft flow with lovely imagery.
Thank you for sharing!
mystic
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awesome... but too tired to explain why.
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Beautiful, the flow is wonderful, leaves one with a soft peaceful feeling.
Excellent.
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