In the quicksand
of yesterday promises
you stand beckoning me like
a whirligig... feathers flashing
bright... lustrous cockscomb bristling
nostrils flaring.
Twirling, spinning transfixing me
with myriad distractions: Drakar Noir
teal silk shirt open to your stomach;
serenading me in lyrics of "The Woman's Got
Soul", nuzzling me like a golden retriever
so very sure of yourself, butandohyes
I remember the phantasmagoric nights we
spent like the 1001 Nights of Rimsky-
Korsakov's Scherezade but most of all
I remember your last words
before you left me, alone...
in white lilac shoulders...
"trust me."
Author notes
liquidmindforever
A contest entry
- Lies. by rsheafer.
800 points, ended October 1, 2007, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Vows by EeyoreUK.
335 points, ended November 8, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - just realized i didn't lose you; i lost myself. by Shifting.
1200 points, ended July 30, 44 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Love it.
This piece is ridiculously rich with imagery. Hence the gold.
Favorite lines:
"In the quicksand
of yesterday promises"
Incidentally, the opening lines.
Very well done.
-
-
Thank you for hosting this contest. Great topic!
Love the GOLD TROPHY and happy sunny faces.
Thank you for it all
LOve PEace LIght aNd JOy
liquid
-
Adding your comment:
