he sewed dreams
upon my heart
with strings
so he could
manipulate moments;
the thread
of his tongue
was silkily artful
for I didn't feel
the stitches
as he embroidered
love and hope
with craftsmanship;
and when finished
I was a puppet
starring in
his dreams
while mine all
unraveled...
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 x 50 x 30 ~ Reserve Your Spot Now! ~ by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 18, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Great poem ... loved the ending "I was a puppet starring in his dreams
while mine all unraveled... "
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this is really great...how a person can twist another so...
gratz on bronze!
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Bunny you truly are a poetic tailor of the grandest nature. The way in which you weave your words is nothing short of stunning. It is always a pleasure to become lost within the golden strands spin from your quill. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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I love all of your poems, but I thought this one was very special. It was beautifully crafted from start to finish and the imagery was complete. It is impossible to choose a favorite line because each one leads gently into the next. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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beautiful write, wonderful take on the prompt. I wold say good luck on the contest but i doubt you'll need it..
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Your prompt is: Embroidered Silk
Or
The picture on the main page
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