Splintered ice from empty wings
To go is just to come again
To play is to be silent
To hear is to speak
Cold stare
The end may be blue
But its heart is dark black
Falling to the barren ground
Splintered ice from empty wings
Author notes
I tried to make this a visual poem as well as normal. The lines are supposed to make wings by their long to short to long again.
I wonder how I did!
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired! by SpydurPoet.
675 points, ended September 9, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautifully dark poem. I liked the form you used as well. It was an interesting poem, I like how you made it come back full circle. Thanks for entering the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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