weren't really there in the first place
like a scar I can't account for
on a phantom limb
cold water dances
on warm skin
lost in an hour
that we never shared
and I miss what
I never had with you
words not spoken
echo in the small space
I find encasing me
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #19 (Picture Inspired) by The Cube.
1000 points, ended June 8, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm, very interesting take on this piece. I really like the way you took a very unique meaning from it, which is sort of the point of abstract poetry anyway! Nicely done!
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Boy there are a lot of images here. This was excellent
I feel like I took a walk through a huge nature park and I did it in a few seconds. Excellent.
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Yes, I agree! I/m feeling the lost-love thing as well, the pangs of pain resonating through the words. Best of luck in the contest.
Laura -
Nice job on this. Feels like a poem about lost love. Great work!
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