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she spoke of her homeland
(an archipelago of chocolate islands
in a sweet blue sea)
and of how the lips of the sun
would kiss them as they fished
and of the colors
the countless colors between sky and bone
and how she'd watch
as the night
hid them away
and of her sister and the tortoise
and her mother's stories
that sometimes stretched til morning
and of her father lost at sea
and how each year
her mother knew
the very morning
the first albatross would come
and how she'd stare
at the shimmer just above the sea
until it turned to crescent six foot wings
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Published 21st Feb 2013
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Your stresses in this are really beautiful. I read this in the comp a minute ago, and was blown away. It is one of the areas of poetry I still fight long and hard with. You made these seem flawless like air :)Personally I am rooting for you to win.
21st Feb 2013 3:13pm
Anonymous
21st Feb 2013 6:30pm
another nice write lemmy
strider
strider
22nd Feb 2013 5:58am
Life, in such simplicity.
Something I feel we (even silently) have a longing for.
Sometimes finding less is more.
Something I feel we (even silently) have a longing for.
Sometimes finding less is more.
