Pastry flour dusted with shrinking memory scars,
each precise twist and turn, pares to its' core;
it unfolds in helix dream layers like lovers words under a Saharan sun
but when I ask if there are ever worms?
you mumble it's the snakes you have to watch for.
A contest entry
- an exercise in hand poetry by Nicolette.
2100 points, ended June 30, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this made me think of adam and eve in the garden of eden
. lovely play on words and application of metaphor here. i also liked the subtle references to an apple without saying it...indeed poetry that shows rather than tells. loved the answer to the question - great one that! you did very well with this "hands exercise" - well done, and thank you for entering.
~ Nicolette
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nice I read the excercise....1 to 5....love it... hands you a red apple...
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tks. maybe I can use it to bribe the teacher.
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