with a soul like a weed
dying from lack of
air
These tears
are water
showering my soul with
care
shriveling
dying
with nobody
there
my tears water my soul
I'd cry more
but
I don't need anyone else
to
stare
Author notes
#4
Tefnut
A contest entry
- Phrase/Quote Contest by burdened.
600 points, ended July 22, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a short piece, but with emotion. I like the second stanza, and the way youtook the quote and adapted it, played with it to suit. good luck, and thanks for your entry. X
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sadness within
Sadness with a hope as to the use of the word (weed that may turn into a flower) , made me go into this little tale of tears and sadness then a little light of hope somewheres. a subtility of
love trickling in this sweet poem ...
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