smoke shaped like butterflies
parades around my lungs
naked and raw
mourning my vulnerability
exhausted cellophane eyes
coercing heaving tongues
leave me in awe
brittle; our fragility
I can't take living with you
fraying at the edges
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
- The beauty of pain. by Jai Guru Deva.
700 points, ended August 6, 2007, 81 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the way this piece flows so nicely. Such great imagery. Great job on this!
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This is amazing. This is pure poetry...powerful and deep.
Good job. I love it. Great imagery, too. This is exactly what I wanted out of this contest.
Love, DxD -
oh, gosh.
this is amazing.
I loved the first line...
"smoke shaped like butterflies"
oh gosh.
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