Tortured cheek,
Lip curling bleak,
Storm clouds
Mushroom on the stairs.
Fear of fear,
So austere,
Twinkle eye
Escapes the malice shroud.
Fantastic spawn,
Linguistics mourn,
Off white
Painted deep in minds.
Abstract thought,
What have you bought,
Handbag murder
Reached out behind a door.
But are we alive,
Could you deprive ?
I heard it
A lovers spat out feather.
A contest entry
- Abstract. Be different. by Trent plus pen.
650 points, ended July 3, 2007, 38 entries
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Comments
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Whooooaaa, that was very cool.
Tisha
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Aha! Rowley Birkin, QC. "I'm afraid I was ve'y, ve'y drunk...".
I love the first and third stanzas for their power, although they're a bit scary: I'm getting a threatening vibe, maybe domestic violence perhaps? Actually, reading through again, not just from those stanzas...
This is the joy of abstract: does it mean that, or doesn't it?
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