i got the whole root this time,
four inches for two moppy little leaves,
narrow as flax failures at the end.
the electricity of its life turned over restlessly
sparkling in my hand
until it was a transparent
green bead,
still alive but -
well you know that scent of harvest,
burning off of the air.
A contest entry
- Wildlife/Nature/or Weather by HopelessScribbles.
625 points, ended September 1, 24 entries
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Comments
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Brings back memories of younger days. Very well done. I like it. God bless.
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Thanks.
God bless you.
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this is really good. its different which makes it very unique and i love uniqueness. awesome job! :]
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thank you! glad it appeals to you.
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now i like this brief poem,especially in the weathers glory, thank you for this entry
good luck
Linda
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yeah, it was meant to be seen through the frame of end of summer/autumn. thanks for the feedback.
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i love how simple the image is, but it's written so beautifully-- "the electricity of its life" is a great phrase, and the last two lines are brilliant. there's no other word for it;
this poem is just so delicate and real all at once. <3
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coming from you, what a compliment. thanks.
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