She spun the world, unconfined to something as puerile as this page.
She was a tsunami no living soul could surf. She fell from clouds like angel afterbirth and swept about me like flash-flood rains in a dying land; her water-wing mirages ran amok in open wind and screeched for the birds to follow.
She laughed the way daisies would laugh if they could dance over mountaintops, escape the frost, and live to sing the tale. She cried the way leaves would plummet if they knew they were people too.
She was music, or poetry, or all the mingled languages of past and future, alloyed like blood that howled. No wattle and daub walls could hide her, no metaphor could camouflage the alabaster star in her eyes, no adjectives could even dream of walking beside her footstep’s garnet glint.
A paint brush hung from my fingers; a pendant of heavy colour whose legs couldn’t stand under the weight. My mouth just formed that silent ‘O’; my tongue curled like a wandering wave but soon cuddled death in the sand, and wept. My breath was hers; I lived within her, the way a sea-dragon lives in the ocean.
I think she tried to soothe my speechlessness; her gentle humming was a purr of moth-wings just touching the hairs on my arm; a soft reassurance, like the subtle comfort of the F key with raised bumps. I felt her every time I typed my name.
And as I reached to take her photograph, she reached to hold my hand.
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In a list
A contest entry
- Know What Its Like To Feel?[♥] by WishMeAway--x.
700 points, ended September 12, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites by Ami.
550 points, ended July 12, 125 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critique welcome.
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This really deserved that silver trophy
Great write!
Thank you so much for entering my contest,
And Good Luck!
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Beautiful write!
"like angel afterbirth" toooo good! amazing.
Bravo! (I really like this!)
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She fell from clouds like angel afterbirth and swept about me like flash-flood rains in a dying land; her water-wing mirages ran amok in open wind and screeched for the birds to follow" is most definately my favorite of the poem.
I also love "alloyed like blood that howled" and "A paint brush hung from my fingers; a pendant of heavy colour whose legs couldn’t stand under the weight".
Great job here!
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Thanks for your lovely comment.
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oh my...
i love this...
is it okay that im speechless?
finalist for sure babe.
♥.love.love.
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Thanks so much honey
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this is absolute perfection. every word. every stanza. every beautiful description.
I am in complete and total awe of it. It's something that is seriously worthy of the term, "masterpiece."
You've blown me away.
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Thanks a million.
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