Years she spent
wearing the same old wardrobe,
simple threads of words
spoken by so many
which kept her feeling
so shabby and unworthy.
But unable to endure the pain of tears
from their disapproval
she let them be her life,
always feeling less
than complete or properly dressed
by the weave of other's desires.
Then they irritated her spirit
once too often.
Finding a place alone
to ignore the moans of ghostly fears.
Stripping away
those pathetic fabrics,
discovering wing that were hidden.
Wind brushes against her joyful
nakedness of her true being
standing instead of always bowing,
ready to let the breeze
take her to
where she can fly.
A contest entry
- INSPIRATION by LadyLeviathan.
385 points, ended August 22, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Superb
"Stripping away
those pathetic fabrics,
discovering wing that were hidden."
This was one of my favorite stanzas. Always, you have such descriptive writing that truly moves the reader. An excellent entry. Best of luck. ~Pam
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great job, ( as always
) I love your take on this image
Ken
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than complete or properly dressed
by the weave of other's desires
these were my fave lines sweetie
but all in all this was such a lovely poem
good luck sweet -
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaw!
Love the phrase: weave of other desires...
also unable to endure the pain of tears...
Much imagery You have brought forth
Takes the reader there...
Happy ending
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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ohhhhhhh amazing! just what i was looking for. description and emotion was perfect! right on the money! good luck in my contest!
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