grandmother died
before the jet to denver
her stories
guiding light
like sands through glass in
droplet muse
elizabethan clutch
lay by her mirror
A contest entry
- title, word bank, lyric or quote; run away with my prompt, please. by epitome.
650 points, ended October 7, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Reader interpretation and critical comment welcomed
Comments
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Very nice!!!! Congradulation's!!!. Thank's for commenting on my poem
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OMG. My mother watched Guiding Light for 50 years.!!!
last two lines are very evocative. Congrats on the Gold...
Hope you are well and thanks for the visit!
Best,
Lisa

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gorgeous.
I don't know if you've looked at what I've written before, or what I chose as a winner in my last few contests, but this is what I love. It kind of reminds me of my poem Wings, please Mr Literature:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5622655
absolutely stunning, love the last image.





