I.
clouds
press upon sealed eyelids,
trembling to a watch-face pulse
echoes spread fibrous fingers
between brazen shades of night,
folding monstrous shadows onto
hazy window panes
i breathe
in slow motion;
awake,
counting scars on the moon.
II.
he cradled her;
charming her phantom lips
with the chiselled taste of his own,
spreading sunset through her cheeks
as she closed her eyes and curled
her heart around him
hands etched
with too many wrong turns
stole the breath from her feverish
chest, hiding late-night whispers
in the twists of her throat
for days when gravity
exists
it was swift, because
gypsies won't love forever;
but for an instant,
suspended between grains
of hourglass dust,
she loved --
and for him,
it was enough.
Author notes
works in progress.
I. 40 words or less, prompt inspired. Unsure if my mind wandered a little too much.
II. Any topic.
A contest entry
- Invitation ONLY ~ Free Verse Writers ~ Final Round by Amunet Wolfbane.
1000 points, ended August 27, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
comments welcome.
Comments
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*taken aback my how unbelievably grand this poem is, and needless to say abashed at the envy of your poetic nature than mineself doth feel*
Bravo!
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thankyou very much for your lovely comment
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First poem: This is just so beautifully done and I can say it brings many things to mind in the form of meditations. I really loved the serenity of this piece, excellent flow and form
2nd poem: It also has a serene quality and silent aceptance that is very alluring, to be honest it hit me on a personal level a little. I like the way you've woven the love tale and made it so very real and true to form with romances that may seem fleeting, but are they, those gypsies rarely forget, but mask often LOL I really got into this. Wonderfully penned.
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