white-washed clouds
paled pastel
in sunset skies -
the lake was a burning ember
with sparkles trickling at the surface
I watched your eyes mingle with the shore
from a photographer's standpoint
and it was a pretty picture
watching you find harmony
and freedom from a faded lens
of idiosyncracies and insignificance
that I pretended I didn't use
the weather clicked
and you caught the first drops
in welcome palms -
I took the only shot of you there was
with your newfound reality
A contest entry
- pif - building by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended September 19, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations
So pleased to see a trophy on this piece. Excellent work. ~Pamela
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You took this and made it your own. I love the story intertwined within it!
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Excellent. This left me with a smile. Very very well done.
~Pamela
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