husky bristle of the wind
through arms
of the silver bitch
grasping the breath
of spring kissing
summer
the lark and nightingale sing
and the leper in the lurch
slip like grains of sand
through jaundiced
fingers
pollen
golden
and floating
toward the sands
of time.
A contest entry
- Just think... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 9, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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At first I read 'silver birch' as 'silver bitch' -
lol, loved it either way.
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i like that line better!!!
just changed it
cheers
lol
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Humm..your immageries are very creative and very poetric bringing the strong vibrations around..and that is the strength of this work..thanks for sahring it...
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i wanted the leper in the church.. lolololol how i read it first time round, but read this a few times to get the whole feel of it..
it's gritty and itchy, almost that kind of unbearable itch that you can't scratch, just like you can't scratch away time...
sand in the eyes and crevices..
towards the end..............
love it....
G.x
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