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Porcelain Angel

She watches from porcelain eyes,
glancing around the room wearily.
Her pink laced feet, unmoving.

Life moves past her,
feigning interest in the only thing
that ever changes on her.

The dust thickens,
seeming to drown her,
suffocate her, until shes screaming inside.

Yelling "I'm alive!"
Until some careless hand,
flutters over her head for a second,
brushes it away for a time.

She delights in that brief touch,
of contact, giving false hope for the love,
that she so desperately needs.

For the hands that used to hold her,
praise her, & admire her beauty
are long gone from her world.

Now shes nothing but an antique,
forgotton on some dusty mantle
with the pictures and old cd's,
trophies and cobwebs,
that had become her only friends.

Once she was a dancer,
proud and beatiful,
flaunting her bright pink bows,
and showcasing her radiant blue eyes.

The sun had bleached the rouge from her cheeks,
bled the life from her clothes.
Rough hands had damaged her beautiful legs,
but one does not need beauty to be loved.

She had been there during dark times,
and though she had almost been lost
had almost been gone
as dust upon the floor,
a memory and nothing more.

She had stayed through the passage of time,
and guarded over her house,
like a porcelain angel.

Author notes

Sort of like the Velveteen Rabbit I suppose.

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  • BuriedTreasures silver member
    February 28, 2008
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    Excellent--Well written & Versed--Congrats on the Silver in the contest!!


  • z etoile
    February 20, 2008
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    Oh wow simply wow this piece is incredible!


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    January 18, 2008

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    Just lovely imagery

    that she "does" so desperately need. correct the "do"

    oh...that was so lovely..porcelain angel, another
    just excellent write!

    ears2hearyou
    Kathleen : )) hey---congrats on the silver too!


  • Ryno
    January 16, 2008

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    The porcelain angel reminds me of the song concrete angel who reminds me of a friend that died.
    Excellent.


  • Barefoot poet
    December 22, 2007

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    This was such a beautiful poem, I don't think there was a word out of place. I think FunnelWaxFate (three comments below me) has pretty much said everything else! I completely agree.

  • Starz of Heaven gold member
    October 17, 2007

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    I love this piece it is simply amazing thank you for your entry and following the rules.Goodluck to you in the contest.Best wishes


  • Touchof1der silver member
    September 22, 2007

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    The imagery here is potent and makes for a very powerful piece of poetry. May you continue to let your thoughts flow freely and keep that pen handy!
    ♥ Touchof1der
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  • FunnelWaxFate
    September 19, 2007

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    Wow, what an amazing perspective! This piece is incredible, it speaks fathoms of profound insight and casualty- it kind of reminds me of how a child receives a new toy and loves it, but a few weeks later he's dazzled by something else and the old toy is replaced on the shelf to merely exist, in a way.

    Kind of relates to life. How we sometimes take those precious angels in our lives for granted; they don’t have that unfamiliar luster on the outside to dazzle, so we overlook the interior, that radiant tempest of glorious beauty…tragic, but too often true.

    These lines seemed to really grasp me (as did all the others, but this set in particular), welded great meaning and depth that really added to the power of the message behind this piece, I felt “and the only thing that changes on her
    is the layer of dust
    that thickens every second
    seeming to drown her in it
    until some careless goose
    flutters over her head
    and brushes it away for a time”

    This piece is very thought provoking. I loved the imagery and wording in this piece. The form, too, is quite superb, it flows splendidly. Oh, this is a marvelous write. I just adored the line, "for now shes nothing but an antique" it coincides with how I feel most of the time. An excellent write, very well done!


  • lindaburns gold member
    September 16, 2007

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    I like the thought behind your work. How like some people, your porcelain angel. Having seemingly outlived their lovers and their usefulness.


  • whatever girl
    June 22, 2007

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    lovely poem about a porcelain angel!
    and the only thing that changes on her
    is the layer of dust
    haha i wasn't expecting to hear the word dust
    very well done!
    and good luck in the contest

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