Rehearsed words,
a role play
for an upcoming
dramatic presentation.
The stage appears set
for proclamations
of devotion.
Yet your words
seem to slide
from your tongue,
a snake winding
around the foundations
of my heart.
Feeling like I am in
a make-believe world
I become distrustful
of what seems like a playact
for any audience
who will esteem
this performance.
You assert feelings
of devotion,
while you cleverly flit
from flower to flower,
the bee with a sharp sting.
Such a beautiful butterfly
I am drawn to those colourful
confessions of desire.
But my skeptical mind
alerts my heart
to these illusions
of your polished performance.
As the curtains close
your well rehearsed speech
is filled with
suspicious quotations.
The finale plays
the final coda.
A contest entry
- Da Crib: Challenge One by Tangled Angle.
400 points, ended June 29, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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ANother fine piece by your able poetic hand. You have such talent! Steph x
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This was awesome and quite clevery, creatively crafted. Oh would you look at that! Not just praise, but with alliteration too! lol
You did a great job and I definitely like this one.
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