pebbles crumble underfoot
as fragrant flowers bloom
her voice is imminent
he holds her hand
with sunny days woven into song
sprinting through violets on tippy toes
softly strumming that classical tune
the brooks bubble with
children laughing
A contest entry
- Sound~ by Jocelyn Davis.
650 points, ended April 22, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the imagery in this. It is very very good indeed. I can see why this won a trophy. A very beautiful piece of writing indeed. Keep writing.
Dark Wishes
Wayne Leon
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i can easily get a mental image and a lot of times thats what poems should be about. i love it. i picture my nieces and nephews
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A delightful poem.
"the brooks bubble
with children laughing"
How lovely, children laughing is such a wonderful sound.
Very well done.
Congrats on the HM
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a good poem - pebbles makes me think of cobblestones here when i was a kid, our street was like that - i like the flowers imagery i remember too from childhood dandelions and such. and the voice of my mother calling me in for dinner - a nice poem here making me think when i was a kid
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I'm happy that it reminded you of childhood, that was what I had intended.
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This seems to me like it's describing a variety of images that look like laughter, and at the same time to express a lot of pleasant memories and feelings that are evoked by the sound.
Very beautifully described. Thank you for entering. -
this made me feel wonderful i wish you all the best in the contest...it's truly a lovely poem.
love, lane
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Thank you!
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