When he moved his hands to hymnology
upon taut frets of my heart,
I sung until I could reverberate no more.
His fingers flayed me well.
I have been rendered songless
duet become solo
a sad note, a trembling
a waiting left-hand chord
a simple segue and waiting key
hovering on abandoned ear
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A contest entry
- Alone by Lavender Butterfly.
385 points, ended February 15, 2007, 10 entries
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Great wording and wonderful imagery. Thanks for sharing... x Love and light, Butterfly.
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Painfully beautiful
Your use of words is profoundly touching and your imagery beautiful, wow
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