"Born to be fragile
I seek freedom in the hands that touch me"
The painter loved me..or so it seemed
I was..
An image of his love..a treasure to gift
The love that could never be
Feelings were dead, he would say
And the broken heart smiled away..
Yet, when the world closed its eyes
Each night he spent
adorning me with delicate flowers
and ever flowing waterfalls
Rain water strokes on green grass
A princess with a song on her lips
Fresh morning sunrays fall on her face
A dance step full of joy and grace
Brush strokes lasted for years
A lifetime gone..
Yet, I failed to be his queen
the paint dried and
the oil in the lamp vanished
to lighten another house
The royal treasure was found
They were stunned by the beauty
and dreamt about my charm
They touched me
and remarked..
Imagination can create wonders
on a worthless piece of glass!!
"All glasses dont make mirrors..
Some make life, love and history"
A contest entry
- By Invite Only by Heavens Child.
550 points, ended May 2, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A very talented write..... beautiful imagery, and brilliant wording. Wonderful job, thanks for the entry in my contest.
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"The painter loved me..or so it seemed
I was..
An image of his love..a treasure to gift
The love that could never be
Feelings were dead, he would say
And the broken heart smiled away.."
GREAT choice of words. this poem is one of a kind. you are a really talented person. I cannot wait to read more! keep up the write/.
I also loved to quotation at the end, to conclud your poem.
Most exellent a job!
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