Tiny pieces of dead leaves
crackled around me
like dried bones
The wind blew gently,
rustling dying grass
in the late fall afternoon
I looked around
at the porcelain sky
seeing my reflection
in the cracked mirror
of eternity
The wind blew
my glowing soul away
leaving my inside ghost.
A testament to my hollow soul
Author notes
Me being emo?
A contest entry
- 15 Lines or Less - Free Verse Only - Self Esteem by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended April 17, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thanks so much for your great entry. Nice rhythm and flow. Enjoyed this one very much.
Bunny
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You being emo? Possibly. Does it matter? No. It's still amazing. The beginning was filled with delicious (no, falling leaves taste gross, but you know what I mean) imagery. I loved how well you described stuff here. Great job.
~James
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