Looking up I see the ice melting,
Slowly she lets me in.
The castle walls melt down around,
Her glistening eyes: mirth.
She laughs softly as I gaze upon,
Lost amid the maze within.
A single tear falls from her eye,
I wonder if I am now lost.
Her lips crack and I see truth,
We have been found, living.
Author notes
A little(10-liner) entry for your contest, hope you like it, and good luck judging cuz AP poets be good'uns...
A contest entry
- 10 Lines - Picture Inspired by -LilacThOughts-.
425 points, ended June 10, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the comparison (implied, or accidental) of a woman and being trapped in the snow .. they're both very similar, and each as deadly as the other if you confront them unprepared!!
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So relatable, and moving
~Lilac
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wow. well life isn't always as damn perfect as some people wants it to look like. I like this, it's a more true picture of living. It's like with the tear and the crack in the lips, you see a flaw in the perfect life.
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