Saiom Shriver

Gold Star - 4,815 Points (Ohio)

15 Victory - Poem by Saiom Shriver

A champion racehorse at the winning line, unattached, eating the
blooms of his victory wreath
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Wishing order he'd been a cuthappy lust-er but entranced by tiger
lilies' lustre he began to leave alone God's surprising little clusters
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The iced sculpture fish has melted into his completing water.
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The apple tree's blooms spun by sun looms dropped for fruit to make
room.. swept away by wind broom
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The conductor must choose between the proferred bouquet and
the baton, between the past and the future.
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A white heron flock flies across the jade cypress swamp canvass. A
script of winged words triumphant.


Comments about 15 Victory by Saiom Shriver

  • Rookie Lee Sharon (6/24/2008 6:00:00 AM)

    don't really understand but sweet (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, June 27, 2008


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