A fist just almost-
the hand behind the pen.
A face in the shadows,
to catch your soft amen.
Words quite crooked,
falling from tongue.
Too cold to continue,
but dead has always stung.
A mystery never uncurling,
you shouldn't even ask.
For the face is never naked;
words always with mask.
Author notes
An explanation...
My poetry, I realize and am often told, is obscure. Most are unable to grasp the meaning of my words, but a few individuals can.
I feel this is quite clear, though. If not..
Look deeper, and you'll see.
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest - Round 1 - An introduction ... by imgone.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 31 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think
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I think you did very well
In expressing you and your writings. At least in my
opinion. Good luck.
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Thank you!
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very good
i like the last four lines the best most people do not have a clue what i am writing about most of the time keep doing well
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lol, thank you!
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