The morning always scratches at my door,
little paws brushing in rhythm
with the pace of the day they're bringing.
Night closes with the un-sleepy, sneaking steps
of the girl I met last night.
A contest entry
- Sounds of Life by crivanea.
400 points, ended July 9, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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i like this and the subtle bad-ass-ness of the ending. there's a definite balance in presentation and format
-cassidy
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wow!!...interesting!...what a different prospective!..you hint so much with this poem! the only suggestion I might have is to separate the day and night..perhaps a space before "night closes..."...anyway wonderful!!..i love fresh and creative approach of this
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