Across deserts and mountains and sands of time,
A piece it escapes me as I hunger to find,
You as a part of a place I once was,
Deceptive and cold, I wish you could trust,
Again in me; my hopes, my fears, my rights,
Manifesting as dreams bathed in soft twilight,
Leary of all things that move and break,
A plain, hard and cracked, defensive, irate.
But I hold you close at night and inside,
The shattering of heavens, of angels decried.
Your face like a painting, staged hard behind glass,
I wish I could see you, hold you, entrapped.
Alas, but a vision uncomfortably held,
And so you will leave me again in this hell,
Deserted, forgotten, alone and distraught,
My life it is ending, as without you it ought.
A contest entry
- PIF QUICKIE CONTEST 10/30 Picture prompt by esroddo.
475 points, ended September 17, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Very inspiring and beautiful
An awesome write thank you for entering an good luck
LISA
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This really pretty (to me, so I'm sorry if you didn't mean it to be). I absolutely love it when poems rhyme well, and that yours does. I especially like your last line. It's simple, but it says what you need it to.
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