paper and pen are but melancholy,
slate ashes stamped in words
that can't patch the notebook sky,
it's too transparent
I heard the grandfather clock ring of bird chimes
and I am in 1961;
that many wings
streaming down people's thirst for nature
looking out window:
leaves fall from enormous tree,
but the branches
never freed from nostalgic chirps
that scavenge my ink
and my ears drew a nightfall
of unquiet pianos in clouds
A contest entry
- Color Word Prompt... by nevadapoet.
450 points, ended October 25, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critical critiques, if they don't tear my emotion down
Comments
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excellent...great imagery and metaphors...very strong.
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WOW! Thats all I have to say.
This is an awesome piece of work and I really liked how you ended it, and I also love the background you put with this poem, it adds a bit of flavor.
Good luck in the contest.
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