A large uncut day
deoxygenated.
A wasted desert
dryness
Empty
without you
washed away pale
sliding hours
Like dead bony waves
gliding
Over beaches of tattered seams
Your voice resonates still
In my deep subconscious
Like a sprinkling shower
of energetic green grass
Your words like moonbeams reflect,Dancing on my restless ripples
The ripples that seem hanging
In purple irises of an exotic ballerina
Who I never saw
But who beckons me
On bobbing white musical
sails to dance
Crushed up satin bedsheets ,dreams
Caress long lost fading memories
Who will understand the succumbing
Of my sighing spirit
At the altar of a "God"
Hidden
In his own web of faith
Cocooned like a 'jack in the box’
In cottonwool dreams!
The faith that translates
for me
a cobweb of thousand uncertainities
joke of eternity promises!
lust of fishes gobbling wriggling baits .
Fingers shivering ,icy cold
Hands sweating ,yet empty,beckoning dreams
once more
A contest entry
- PAY IT FORWARD....again by Thedragonisgone.
300 points, ended October 30, 2006, 59 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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My option is *PAIN.
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A beautiful piece of work you have here. It's almost haunting. Thank you so much for entering.
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Hi Anji, love this but will have to remove and keep your first poem. It is fantastic and would be a great contender in this contest. Thanks
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Anji baby. I love your writing style. This one is excellent and I can tell your a wordsmith with flair.
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THAnk YOU
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One true original piece! well done!
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Thank you so much ,it is nice to read a comment which appreciates your creation,have a nice day
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awesome
I simply love your verbage. Very good. -
Fingers shivering icy cold
Hands sweating yet empty
These are unique images.
Nobody expect a shivering hand to sweat.
That is why the writing is unique too.
But I find it difficult to connect between the sweating and the emptiness of the hands. -
Lots of strong vocabularly to provoke thought within this erratic form.
Fingers shivering ,icy cold
Hands sweating ,yet empty
This - space ,word I am not liking. It distracts the eye.
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Thanks for reading and liking .love Anji
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Interesting - well written; it is a free style with wonderful imagery. There is no rhyme or rhythm, but the meter does flow well. Thank you for sharing!
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