life is insensitive,
it's a sensation that lasted for an initial reaction.
but now it's a song,
and it's losing favor and style
like the out of range radio station that was tuned
and left for the sake of
greater beauty.
you were a road, and heat was a pseudonym
for things that mattered more.
i want only the flicker of joy;
the burning, palpable explosion of a thought
that registers as worthy
of living for.
not the ember dyed in black,
cradling what once had been a reason,
what once was a song your mother sang.
such beauty dies
too young.
A contest entry
- closes tonight by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended August 19, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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great write keep this up love it
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wow. lovely job.
blu
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By the second stanza, my eyebrows were moving up and down with uncontrollable emotions yearning for truth and understanding. What a fantastic piece. Good luck in this contest - you deserve the gold.
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STUNNING WRITING!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS. KEEP WRITING MY FRIEND.
WAYNE
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Damn it! I'd pick this you little pisser. This really spoke to me. You write so beautiful.
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thank you very much.
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that third stanza is incredible...
emotional and intense and I love the empathetic kind of stoic tone of this piece... very well done!
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thank you very much.
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i will be back to reread
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This is not your normal style, but I love it. This poem aches, and makes the reader ache with it. This may be my favorite poem you've posted.
"losing favor and style
like the out of range radio station"
"you were a road, and heat was a pseudonym"
"cradling what once had been a reason,
what once was a song your mother sang."
Great stuff.
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You are truly amazing, the feel of this is just tender, there is beauty and sadness both in the words -
but at the end, we are left understanding too much while aching for more.
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thank you very much.
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