Ripped in horror from the latticework of mannequin foundries
tossed on a social mortician's table for dissection
escaping before decapitated
hiding in an shadow, making it Nirvana's catacomb,
finding another discard with your same face.
A contest entry
- Quickie! 10 Entries! 5 lines! Picture inspired. [In honour of me finally beating the amount of contests held by Gaylene] by Naridill.
300 points, ended July 19, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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excellent! To think of a social mortician's table... wow... excellent wording and message.
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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Very nice intake, the words are very nicely penned, and you have choosen them nicely. I like the imagery and creative thoughts.
Thanks for entering, much luck. -
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Thank you for the wonderful comment and the silver in you contest.
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Oy!
This can leave a stain on the Mind~
especially that picture also
Love the social mortician's table
and Nirvana's catacombs
-holds out ticket-
(wink wink wink wink)
Wonderful verse penned!
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Thank you sweetness for such a wonderful comment.
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WOW! What a dark, deep and intense read you have penned here! Just amazing! Best of luck to you in this contest!
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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Whoa this is quit the dark little intense piece Great Job
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Thank you for the nice comment.
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