Father used his hands well
when they didn't couple ganja.
Smoke-stained lips part
throat thunders
dead words.
Eyes stretch like river mouth.
Stubborn tears
magnify cracks in his jaw.
Blood stings ground
the sky yellows.
A contest entry
- should you be on my favorites? by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended February 3, 24 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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nice work.
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I read this one before too and was remiss to not comment. The images in this were perfect and vivid to say the least. Another great / succinct write that gives us everything we need to put the picture in our minds and want to see what you have to write it so well.
Another enviable write.
Kim
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Thanks so much for your kind words Kim. It's much appreciated.
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you have a powerful sense of imagery that really illustrates the subject you portray, plus you also weave a sense of fairy tale/story quality along with it. Beautiful handiwork, I am madly impressed!
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thanks so much for your kind words
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And I am rectifying the not on my list problem -
brilliantly done.
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lol! thanks melissa
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Sunrise, opening of a day... an episode of life...so much insight and depth in this poem...PK
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I love how gently this one lands...
al
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I agree with Tara...your voice and imagery are equally strong. I love;
'Eyes stretch like river mouth.'
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I forgot how gorgeous your poetry was
xx
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aww Ro! Thanks much hun.
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this poem just demanded my attention [in a good way..lolol], your voice is so strong, your poetry is so tight & clean....
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thanks tara
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