The storm
pierces the air
with a crisp splash grasping
the witnesses vision of a
monsoon.
Author notes
Written August 13th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Cinquain Championship: Final Round by Ava Noire.
400 points, ended August 14, 2004, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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3 stars ***
humn.. this is a nice write niki.. i liked it completely... it is easy to understand this write... congos for winning the trophy...
... take cares and have a nice time my dear friend.. just keep it up buddy...your humble little friend.... 
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... .... - vic
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Well done..... congrats...
Don -
Congratulations on your silver, silverscent... how appropo!
Regards,
Serenem -
This flows very well and I'm liking how you incorporate your imagery into these short forms. You make every word count, in a form where that is very important. I am making a note to read more of your work as well. Thanks for entering!
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Interesting, turbulent poem. I think you have shared your image well. Nice entry. Best of luck to you.
Don -
Silverscent, I'm not sure if your other one was Insignia, but I think this was the better choice. It flows very well, and, to me, it seems to be more about nature than Insignia is...and I think the nature element is what the cinquain is about, although my cinquain are hardly ever directly about nature.
Very good job...and good luck in the contest.
--J--
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