Fragile desires in masked visage
Shattered as pieces of prism
Sheltered deep into my skin
No drop of bloodshed
I wait for the mote
To melt as ice
And sublime
My life
Free
A contest entry
- Three Rounds in Three Weeks by CitrineSunrise.
600 points, ended June 30, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was an interesting and expressive take on the prompt. The last word gave your poem a feeling of hopefulness. Good luck and thank you for entering this contest.
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thanks for ur comments. this is my first form poem. i thot to take the plunge now, than never
cheers
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