When red globes with helium rise
breeze nudges strings to jocund dance
like wine drunk worms in summer skies,
while I sit drinking autumn's prize
they hold my eyes, more that a glance
until the blooded sunset dies.
A contest entry
- Quickie by n.e.o.n.
400 points, ended November 1, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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BEAUTIFUL SIGHT!!!
This would be beautiful to just sit and watch!
A sight which captures ones imagination and soul.
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I really loved the imagery in this. It is so beautiful. Honestly, made me feel like I was dancing on the sky. Well done and thanks for entering. Good luck.
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This had a wonderful rhythm to it. Your phrasing is quite beautiful.
I love the way it intertwined with the prompt, too.
Best of luck to you.
--Katie
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