it was a man's game:
you fought words with words,
emotions with emotions.
camouflage attire colourized;
you shot heartfelt weapons
just to be bruised, wounded, scarred
yourself.
I wore the red cross: caring for you
as you came to the infirmary
every night (I tried my best to heal).
laughter & friendship was the cure -
until your heart craved
the battlefield again, or it missed you.
(why can't I keep you safe
with me?)
A contest entry
- Closing Some Time Today by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 25, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrite by Melissa Gayle.
400 points, ended September 23, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is gorgeous (and I think I now what this is about too!) Beautiful.
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oh wow, this one really tears the heart of as you read it. The piece is superb, the emtotions reel you in and you can feel the whole effect of this. Unfortunately we cannot keep everyone safe, something its hared enough to keep ourselves :( Well done hun.
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Wonderfully done hunny! Love the metaphor here. Very creative and original as always. Your certainly are the queen of originality
Thank you for entering and good luck!
Love
Mom
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