last night, I woke a memory
best left to lay forgotten –
and all fingers feel the same
on skin desensitized by overexposure,
one touch
merging to another, shudder
free, still trapped – so
why do those calluses
haunt trails
across my past
when my future tastes arctic
with loss?
Author notes
Not-me personal
A contest entry
- Fragment, Soulful Poetry (Quick Contest) by Ryno.
300 points, ended February 10, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Interesting. To me this could mean so many different things, it is so well worded and voiced. Enjoyable. Loved it from beginning to end. Thanks for entering and thanks for entering a wonderful and vivid piece such as yours!~
~Ryan~ -
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Thank you - short-contests are great for inspiration, even with nothing but 'Write' ^_^
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hehe, ya agreed!
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