Like a ghost from a midnight cemetary.
Like a cloud full of calm and storm.
Like the foam on a wave in the estury.
Like the fleece on a springtime new born.
I see her in visions of white and cream.
Like a statue at prayer in a church in a dream.
She speaks to me softly in whispers of night.
Moonlit in one hundred shades of white.
Author notes
FEB 5TH
A contest entry
- Best February Prewrites from These Dates: by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended March 2, 75 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Titles # 4 by cirque du soleil.
525 points, ended March 1, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Like a ghost from a midnight cemetary.
Like a cloud full of calm and storm.
I loove all the comparisons here!! Your rhyme doesn't sound forced at all. It's not easy to pull something ilek this off so well. I like your title choice...and the last two lines are the best..I didn't see those coming
Thanks for the entry! -
Lovely metaphors through and through this lovely write. Enjoyable read! Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck. It’s an honor to have you show your work here!
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