Words hardened with dark blemishes,
settling in her cradle of consciousness.
Turquoise necklace hung heavy
at throat pulse
like hard sacred secrets.
There were things to be whispered
when she flung
one tear-colored stone after another.
He had buried her already
where blue birds laid perfect ovals
in high-held nests.
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A contest entry
- 50 Words (7) by naked roots.
475 points, ended June 19, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a sad, moving poem.
Very touching and emotionally moving. I loved the turquois necklace imagery and the ending lines are a great finish.
Excellent poem, thank you for entering.
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This was a wonderful write, seems there are sooooo many talents in this contest! Whew! Glad I'm not judging...ha! Lovely work, just lovely. Always a pleasure to stop in for a read of your work
~Tia
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Gripping!
I love the opening...
"Words hardened with dark blemishes,
settling in her cradle of consciousness."
It set the mood!
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I see a question Here: What is faith without the power of belief? an empty ritual or worse, so this is a difficult moment expressively described here; so very well done in the few well chosen words...PK
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"Turquoise necklace hung heavy
at throat pulse
like hard sacred secrets."
Sighhh...Sorrowful, lovely & pure penning, my Sister...Good luck in the contest, my Friend... Wanda
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