It is a secondary composition;
below the water line,
as uninvestigated as marine life.
Encaptured in subtle shades
of ungovernable will.
Perhaps your bouyancy
settled further from the bay
that necessary;
tipping saltwater into wounds.
This reflection of self,
distorted, skewed, changed,
became unveiled
with all the downplay
of a debutant ball.
Then was lost
just as easily.
Author notes
constructive crticism is fine.
A contest entry
- closes in days by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended August 1, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm, I am not quite sure how I feel about this.
I really enjoyed each stanza individually, but put together it leaves me feeling...something. Not much of a help am I.
I have bookmarked it and will come back to it tomorrow, its late here so that may be the problem with me.
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