Doesn’t really cut it
when ice turns to water.
Still searching for those ripples
.
.
under promises
There was smog
at that rainbows end,
tarnishing the gold
of your words,
debasing their value.
I was heady with wine
of your seduction,
but even wine turns sour
if left un-corked,
.
.
and I could taste vinegar
tainting your spiel.
Like a mannequin
you dressed me
in flatteries diamonds.
A glittering faux trophy,
with all the others
gathering dust.
I suppose those two words
were the best thing you gave me
.
.
that and good-bye.
A contest entry
- Ready for # 6? by poetryality.
925 points, ended March 20, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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YES!
Loved the last few lines. What a punch in the gut! I also loved the metaphor used throughout the writ. You stayed focused, totally in-tuned with the liquid essence of these clever words. A very finely crafted work here poet. You are a contender here for sure!
Thanks for the time spent to enter my challenge. I wish you all the best!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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