She, with grey-tinged eyes,
Loved something inside
Behind those pupil windows
The poppy fields of oz reside. . .
As fruit is an adaptation
Of plant to animal,
So is a plant's effect
To the mind and spirit
The storm becomes too strong,
Nodding out of her energy body
She wanders outside the clouds
Of ego, into the plant's tears
A contest entry
- Quote Prompt by Mad As Rabbits.
800 points, ended February 7, 2009, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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