claustrophobia
in tight-space
and here is
dark
my face of
terror, chill
my spine and
arm is
goose bumps
cool and clamy
fingers touching clothing
hanging-up on
pole not seen
HOT!
I am, wearing
heavy cotton and
cannot breath
these mothballs.
A contest entry
- A Quick Poetry Contest IV by -BlackKnight-.
300 points, ended July 19, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh what a unique perspective, almost gave me clasutrophobia reading this...and thats what its all about, making the reader "feel" your words...excellent....
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Good take on the prompt in my view, looks like not many of us touched upon what the host of the contest was expecting. Guess, I will go back into the closet and hide now. LOL Better luck next time.
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i've read the contest requirements and have to say i think you've done a good job here. closets are weird things, especially at night :)) to this day i cannot sleep in a room with the closet door open and this poem is a perfect depiction of what a hot, stuffy, closed closet is like, well done.
only suggestion i have for you is changing the font color here, maybe not for others but for me, it's blinding:))on a weird way, you can hardly see it but the background just puts your lights out lol
best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed*rose*
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