Choking on the dust of construction
Feeling the smog climb up my being
Entering my soul in every pore:
I flow with the wind
Dance with the trees
Looking for a breath of fresh air.
The snow is pure here
Untouched--the footprints
Of a drunken hunter
Replaced with that of a hare's;
I place my own bear feet
Into the earth's halo
Looking for a breath of fresh air.
I'll bathe in my own tears
Use the sun to dry my sullen body
And clarify myself with the forest's haven:
This is the world's end
And I'll float on my given wings
Looking for a breath of fresh air.
Here, no creature is the alpha.
With the wolf as my guide
I fall from society; I find myself
Treading the forgotten path to Nature's embrace
Looking for a breath of fresh air.
A contest entry
- Dead muses and sad poets; a rant. by CentrifugalCorpse.
1700 points, ended August 24, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Winter Poetry Contest by FloridaGatorQueen.
487 points, ended October 31, 22 entries
Honorable mention
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Just wrote it :3
Comments
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This is very beautifully written. I loved the imagery. I could picture this going on in my mind. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest.
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A great dive into nature here. Personification and metaphors were put to great use here. Good job. Can't point out any flaws.
Thanks for entering and best of luck!
-corpse -
beautiful! I really like the imagery here... WIth the drunken foot steps and the hare -- that is just has a wonderful feel to it. Gave me the shivers.
Wonderful!!
And good luck in your contest
-- Perception -
wow...nice poem..
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