A single cell will tell the difference,
my mother of blue,
Give me your colour,
I miss those eyes.
Sweet stories with perfect brogue,
my father of brown,
I took your colour,
But I miss the blue.
Tell me I am your child,
mother, father,
Give me one of each
If need be.
A single cell will establish me,
my mother of blue,
Give me your colour,
I miss those eyes.
Author notes
Entry to contest.
A contest entry
- "Oh, your eyes- a hackneyed blue. Is your soul cliche too?" by deadcolor dreams.
600 points, ended March 28, 2007, 12 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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it sounds like you really care about them a lot.
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Not hackneyed at all...
For me this evokes a feeling of insecurity as to true parentage...but at the same time reveals the love for both parents, just a particular twist at the end almost suggests mom is gone away...hmmm...liked this alot...Peace, Rhonda
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I like this, worded a little simple compared to what I've read, but I liked it. Great job, and good luck.
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