I watched my last sordid sunrise
as it gave birth to its own death
in the form of blooming twilight,
and I let death take me
to the deepest recesses of darkness
where I dreamed
of sunlight hours.
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A contest entry
- SUPER DUPER QUICKIE! by luna-midnight.
550 points, ended March 3, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love the background colors.
And this poem of course, but yeah.
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I love this poem.
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This seemed fairly twisted but rather deep. I really enjoyed your poem and look forward to reading more.
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Interesting use of paradoxes in the opening lines. The second line was very cleverly written. Pity it ended so soon - was just enjoying my read and you'd gone - like a shooting star.
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I love the circular nature of this... both with the natural cycle and the emotional cycle. As always your word choice is gripping and totally manipulates the reader. Amazing!
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Makes me think of Miltons Lucifer, recalling his last morning in heaven before the rebellion and his casting out.
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sordid sunrise
i love that,
this whole thing is beautiful,
painfully sad.
i love where you took the prompt,
excellent write.
ElectricBloom
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With what we most enjoy, contented least. It is in our nature to most want what we can not have. To give a thing up and then realize how much we miss it . . . that is a truism.
Excellent write.
Garrison
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this is just lovely...so small, but packed with beautifulness...if that actually a word. A wonderful take on the prompt. bravo!!
wyatt
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oh, i really like this. its amazing, hehe. dreaming of sunlight hours, beautifully said thanks for entering, and good luck
Stephanie ♥
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