Beautiful array of sky fire
broken into blades of leaping color
Emotional fault lines stretching
and rebelling against self control
as a tragedy is born into miles of
dry forrest- cluttered with crispy leaves
now burning embers,crystaline fire.
silence is broken as piercing screams
criss cross and dott air waves
of a burning sky.
Shattering the still of a royal blue
night sky- smell of burning hair
and one eyed teddy bears become
reality.
Author notes
The Smoke Lives"
seven - flowerly language
A contest entry
- Simple. by aestival.
1250 points, ended March 17, 2009, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - In honour of my first gold trophy! by AllThatRemains.
700 points, ended March 31, 2009, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The main image of this poem comes across wonderfully; the second and the last stanzas were both really vivid. *shivers* Sad & scary [in a good way]!
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Not what I meant by flower language (sorry, should have made that slightly clearer; my bad), but that's gorgeous anyways. -smiles- Thank you!
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