sitting there
laying on that ebony table
as light reflects off its grimy cover
creating a glow that shimmers onto the ground
that sticky tiled ground
has the memory of what has passed
onto me and down it shall go when
my soul ascends
that oil stained rag
with whoknowswhat embedded into it
and for some reason
the grease makes your
charcoal eyes glimmer
glitter like a princess
a princess with that filthy peice of cloth
sitting on that ebony table
and for the first time
it looked beautiful
Author notes
Well, for the first time I've done something without caps or punctuation, or than haiku's though. I hope this is good enough. It may seem crude and unnatural for someone to think an old peice of cloth is beautiful, but when it just lies in a state of silence; what one has, appreciates.
A contest entry
- Anything Beautiful by Dirty and Broken.
900 points, ended March 24, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, that's so pretty
you did a great job! -
I love this poem!! you did a real good job of using good describing words and u are really talented. im definatly gonna look for more of your work!
Keep writing,
Liz
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actually, i really like the tought o her thinking the cloth beautiful
i loved this piece, thanks for entering
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