Whispering love not shown to its patron
A woman’s tears shed within her sad soul
Nestled within secrecy’s safe abode
Dappled memories prohibit her speech
Equivocal fear transpires rituals
Reality’s hold, suspended in time,
Invites the past to linger without fail
Numbing pain encases her heart and soul
Gripping emotions cause her soul to plea,
"I yearn to wander about a new life..."
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form #10 by Samplette.
425 points, ended March 24, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The imagery in this write is awesome. You have done a wonderful job with this write my friend.
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A very nicely done acrostic. Beautiful imagery laced throughout. Thank you for entering the contest. Great job.
Sam
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