Her heart-on-sleeve hollows
a numb below her elbow's trust -
where, in the vacuum of reaching
for myth-of-individual & me-too ways,
she finds, like immortality,
truth realigns with every
passing year.
I tell her to study the 40's & the elegant
ways she never expresses feeling.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired *10 entries only* by Naridill.
300 points, ended August 10, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Enjoyed the play on words. Elegance may also include pretzel twisting of the mind.
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"she finds, like immortality,
truth realigns with every
passing year."
What an interesting, thoughtful take on the picture. These lines are quite true. As they say, the only constant thing is change. 
I used to say I wore my heart on my sleeve...danglin' like bait. 
Good luck in the contest, Poet. Wanda
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