Damn that foolish creature…
Its skin barren,
so pale within the corner light.
Too fickle for any one position.
A non-stop stream of energy
waking it every so often.
Why won’t it sleep?
Why will it not stay beneath the cranberry?
Enjoy the warmth?
No!
Instead it frees itself,
exposes an olive tone,
soft and curvy,
but not flawless.
Its exotic eyes shut.
A lie.
They open once more,
and they stare up at me,
as I gaze upon them,
wondering…
Why will they not rest?
What scheme does this being create
if it does not sleep?
Does it ever dream?
Or does it live so languidly,
so content with its life
that it do not need to dream?
Author notes
It's a bit confusing, I know. But just to explain why the word cranberry is in there... My bed sheets are a cranberry color.
Um... I don't quite know what else to say about this piece, just that I hope you enjoy it. Yay!
Written March 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- Mirror Mirror by fallendreams.
400 points, ended March 23, 2005, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Hehe this is a very great poem, You took something that nobody ever notices and gave it a life. It makes people see things differently I guess once they read something like this. Outstanding job
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This piece is actually for the Mirror Mirror contest. I was to take a mirror, place it above my bed, and take the mirror's perspective as I slept... or in this poem, my lack there of. Sorry for the confusion!
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neato
nice job. i really liked the imagery here, it added a lot of "oomph" to the poem. hehe
and yeah, its a bit confusing, and if you could explain it to me that would be great. but apart from it being confusing, it's an awesome piece of writing that should definitely place in that contest.
rock on & on
- AleX -
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