Dusty wooden corridors,
lie listless, forlorn
waiting to be filled
with those lilting sounds,
the haunting melodies
that escaped the strings
Tinkling anklets accompanied
spirited strains
We danced with abandon,
in harmonious oblivion
And to the soulful songs
on dreary nights,
we drank each other's tears
The strings, they lie
untouched, yet
not unaware that the duet
hangs unfinished
Waiting against hope,
crying without tears
Noiseless, they sing
the pain of my broken heart
The strings that played
to the crazy spectacle
of our lives, ( or is it life? )
remain a wistful dream
But gloomy spaces stare
at the wretched loner
who still waits for an encore
A contest entry
- Strings by Cherokee.
525 points, ended April 11, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Things we lost in the fire... by Jai Guru Deva.
500 points, ended January 26, 2008, 85 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this. It's excellent and brilliant. Great ending as well. Amazingly done. Thanks for the wonderful entry. Good job and good luck.
All my love, DxD. -
Very beautifully written. Excellent format and flow. Deep meaning and well written. Thank-you for entering Prewrites.
~Ryan~ -
Poem read and judged.
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That was really good. I love the part about "unaware that the duet hangs unfinished". Very nice. Thanks for entering.
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