Andrew Eisenschenk
her body roams a quaint, iridescent stage, as smoke fills the air.
a burning cigarette, left unattended in an ashtray.
and there is no remorse. a quiet sense of clarity.
immersed across a night lit stroll, an empty street corner.
“you see, what we’re all missing, it’s distinction.”
and again, it’s set in her eyes, passionately screaming.
Author notes
short poems
A contest entry
- I Love Short Poems by silverscent.
430 points, ended March 11, 2007, 27 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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SilverScent is crazy. This deserves AT LEAST a silver trophy. .... The description and the ... the way you can say so much with so few words is... stunning to me. Bravo again.
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I loved the last line. it's set in her eyes, passionately screaming. It's such a great image. I really liked this poem.
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I liked the simple format of this, it allows me to contradict my normal view, as the lack of capital letters added emphasis. I thought your diction was consistant, and blunt in manner. I liked it. Thanks for entering.
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this is very beautiful, tightly crafted, and powerful. you have poignant descriptions with great use of words and metaphors. the last line really locks the poem into focus. well done!



