Some cardinal rule
In coloring inside the lines
Has pushed my hand
Far beyond the box without
Ever really touching
The center to end
My linguistics in taste
Is becoming the fall
Of rapture and rattling bones
Or so the picture says
"Without color"
"Without shame"
Sections without faction
As my feet cave into the floor
These tiles are here for
The only walk to remember
Or the only talk of disaster
I'll take this frame (of mind)
With me forever trading scenes
I'll include the coloring box
And the plastic kiss
Of the world we've become to infest
So she points and I laugh
And we pull together our cries
So she calls forth the tie
Between our lips
And dark charred hips
This is, of course
Without a box to contrast
The bright shadows
And dark lights
Our trial and error
Has proven forbidden to
Dare forgetting the lines
Has proven perfect for
Dreaming the picture without the paint
Author notes
"I swear in that moment, We were infinite"
A contest entry
- Infinite, 10,000 points. by InfiniteCaitlin.
12000 points, ended July 2, 2007, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The imagery, absolute. Subtle turns of phrase I will have to return to study. "As my feet cave into the floor"
Perfection...
Cheers
Tala
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I like the way you color!
Some rules just beg to be broken in the picture we paint of our lives. Great words, as always. Loved the opening and ends like an embrace. Smashing!
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Jeeesus, this one just came out of nowhere, and bam! Amazing write, I truly enjoyed this. and I love the last line. Packs an awesome punch. thank you soo much for you entry great job.
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GOOD POEM
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