Bronze Winner: In The Land of The Dollar Bill

The day wears
and the walls go up
And it's Friday afternoon
I clean my trowel
and the terror starts
Because there is nothing
between now and Monday
Except oblivion in the Bronx

And I'll think of you
in Glenariffe
Walking the pebbled strand
One beam of light
through the metal sky
dancing on your gingered hair

The author of this poem is R_Emmet. The poem is originally published here: In The Land of The Dollar Bill

I really enjoyed the subtle melancholy in his poem and the beautiful descriptions and imagery.

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Saturday Night

Let me introduce a new label to you. It won't be a label I'll post a lot under, but it might be interesting to some of you: Writing. I'll post some short stories, maybe essays, and in general longer texts under this label. Here is a short story I wrote for a contest once. It didn't win anything, but since the whole thing is over, I can now post it here. Enjoy.

The Long And Winding Road

The long and winding road winds up and down the lonely hills, leading me from the wild and wide sea, with stormy winds in my back, through grassy and misty lands, sky overcast, scarf wrapped around my small and slender shoulders, up and down the rocky hills, goats and sheep my only friends on this long, last journey, up into the mountains high, woods all around me, climbing up high towards my resting place. From here I shall watch the sea, the place I loved, and never shall I return.

Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

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