Shades of November pour in through the window.
Born in the days of the archer,
I am O Great Optimist
with a topaz pendant hooked around my neck.
There is a white flash
that splashes into my bedroom from the outside -
everything is drenched in amber.
I am startled from sleep,
realizing that the burgundy spill from your arm
was just a bad
dream.
A contest entry
- we can splatter the rainbow; V by rainbows..
700 points, ended November 5, 2009, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh wow.
beautiful.
deep. meaningful.

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your color is:
Golden Brown
&goodluck!

