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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All the Universes

Light travels fast, light travels far, come and travel with me and with light... far, far away... to the farthest realm... darkness surrounds me, but soon the sky lights up with millions and millions of stars and I am not alone. Oh, sweet cosmic abyss, embrace my poor soul and make me immortal, so I can see... so I can feel... all the universes... all the universes out here... swimming through time until the end of it and the start of a new time in oh so many dimensions... spread out, crumbled up, sticking together, floating, rolling, turtleneck dimensions.

Terribly Lost

Thick mists cover the water, mountains loom over me, an old wooden quay leading to nowhere. Oh, I got so terribly lost, I can see through the fog, but I can't feel the cold. Oh, dance with me on this old wooden quay. I take off my dress and feel the wind, the wind that is roughing up the waters, carressing my skin. Come, follow me, my sweetheart, we'll go for a swim and we'll dance under water in the dark. As the waves crush over me and I sink and I dance, I can see through the mist and the dark. Oh, I got so terribly lost.

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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