I raced a weary sun, the time had past,
salted dust blurred my vision, empty
without answers.
Time had come,
panic became snarling dogs giving chase
heeded rationale for only a moment,
until I couldn stand it anymore,
and I
had to get away from you,
I just had to.
a cold, ugly anchor weighs down the sky,
past sinew to the heart of me,
I resolved
to let the winds direct my destination
Little did I know how the dregs could cruelly mark passing years
sailed ever closer to earth's sharp edge, dogs of panic
still foaming at the mouth, forever right behind me.
Author notes
prompt artist: Vladimir Kush
still working on this. I dont know where its going, or if its going at all.
A contest entry
- Prompt For You #5 by Jeremy0826.
1900 points, ended November 21, 14 entries
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if you have a suggestion, that would be wonderful...
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WOW
Well if you don't know let me tell you..it's intense, powerful, compelling..don't mess with it too much please.. it's AWESOME my friend..
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I like what you have here. Great images really carry this piece and a feeling of ... "restrained freedom" ... at least, that's what it felt like to me.
'a cold, ugly anchor weighs down the sky,
past sinew to the heart of me,' That's a great line, as is the phrase: 'dogs of panic' that you follow up so well with your last line. I think this works really well and can't imagine how you'd make it better, but you probably will and you'll show just how un-imaginative I really am! Good luck in the contest!
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That is quite the picture of life there, visions of imaginary beings hidden in the inner hollow of the reality tree.
I like it, I like it so!
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This is as near to hydraphobic as one would sense, an immaculate scene of hidden suns fermenting from the dogs. My mouth was frothing then. Especially being weighted down.
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I expect something fabulous here
perhaps my life's an open book?
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no, he swallowed the ocean.
that's all I know right now
My muse is pretending to speak a different language and just leaves hints for me to find. Then I have to decipher what the heck they mean and go from there. Its an exhaustive process
...should have something up this evening, I hope.
love,
jin -
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well you have all you need..falling leaf, a sailboat, blue skies,and a map...to take us there
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To heck with the prompt. It's a bit kitschy anyway. I want to see a nice poem here about Duckies or maybe kitties playing with a ball of yarn. And make me a collaborator and give me the credit whenever anyone says how fabulous it is.
Get to work on that okay?
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okie dokie, Mr. Fabulosa Im on it. After my coffee of course
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