I,
being round,
crabapple woman,
skin blemished like continents,
never imagined
that blossoms would
collapse within me,
that I would bear
worthy seed,
or that my fall would
be broken.
A contest entry
- Quickie #56 by amaranthine lover.
840 points, ended September 30, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Excellent, sis. A perfect 10. Write on.
Dez
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Thanks Dez!
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This was beautiful.. truly
brilliant take on the prompt
& very well deserving of the gold
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Thank you!
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amazing, took my breath away
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Thank you so much for the gold and the inspiring contest!
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"skin blemished like continents"...love that. Very fresh!
I feel I know the speaker of the poem...
Very good!
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Great imagery, and a very emotionally aware depiction of your thoughts.
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Thanks, Lukey!
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Wow...your words are so unique and creative in their description. Love the way you see things...Alby
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Wanted to revisit this... Your descriptions stuck with me... the crabapple woman and the continental blemishes...so original. Crabapples bloom so beautifully...and produce seed like their OWN... so yes... worthy indeed! "that my fall would be broken"....gasp! Love this short.
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Beautiful write
So descriptive and those details in thought
Best wishes to you in this contest and always
Julie
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Beautiful, gal. Descriptive and poignant.
Good luck in the contest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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