Beneath skies, of strangled indigo,
on the wet side, of clouds turned black,
in the background, the tempo set,
by rain drumming on the roof,
she sits.
Grasping at cotton candy comforts,
while vultures, are tracing circles,
over her soul, waiting,
for the final gasp or flutter,
of her heart, as it breaks.
Precious pieces of a dream,
shattered whole,
the ebony cloaked reaper, laughing,
at mere mortals, fate frosted intentions,
blissful love, swallowed,
in empty vows of forever,
leaving mists of her king,
the liege of her desire,
as the veil, parts the twin flame,
that once, flickered seemlessly, together.
She mourns, the end of everything,
and, the end of nothing,
but rusted remnants of today,
and yesterday, and all the yesterdays,
since the first petals of innocence,
curled, faded and blew away,
in the scattered dust of the past.
In the beauty, lost,
by the incineration of hope,
dreams, contentment,
believe, that from the destruction
and the ashes,
yet, the phoenix may rise.
on the wet side, of clouds turned black,
in the background, the tempo set,
by rain drumming on the roof,
she sits.
Grasping at cotton candy comforts,
while vultures, are tracing circles,
over her soul, waiting,
for the final gasp or flutter,
of her heart, as it breaks.
Precious pieces of a dream,
shattered whole,
the ebony cloaked reaper, laughing,
at mere mortals, fate frosted intentions,
blissful love, swallowed,
in empty vows of forever,
leaving mists of her king,
the liege of her desire,
as the veil, parts the twin flame,
that once, flickered seemlessly, together.
She mourns, the end of everything,
and, the end of nothing,
but rusted remnants of today,
and yesterday, and all the yesterdays,
since the first petals of innocence,
curled, faded and blew away,
in the scattered dust of the past.
In the beauty, lost,
by the incineration of hope,
dreams, contentment,
believe, that from the destruction
and the ashes,
yet, the phoenix may rise.
Author notes
5. Phrase bank: Choose at least 6 and use them in your poem.
shattered whole
frosted intentions
petals of innocence
cotton candy comforts
precious pieces
rusted remnants of today
the end of nothing
strangled indigo
the drumming of rain on a roof
wet side of clouds
tracing circles over her soul
swallowed in empty vows
A contest entry
- Battle Of The Muse. Fighting With Ink: {ROUND ONE} by PerfectImperfection.
900 points, ended June 20, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The phrases are well used and your own images are beautiful & powerful, too. But I feel there are too many commas in this piece - it stilted the flow a bit.
The first and last stanzas are my favourite.
Thanks for entering.
DancingRed.
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A very endearing piece of hope tinged sadness. Great use of the phrase bank - making it all your own. I will admit I rarely use punctuation, mainly because every line would be commas - as seen here. It is redundant, but not effecting the potency I gathered from the piece, as a whole. Thank you so much for entering & Best wishe sin the contest!


