Cold as stone, and yet warm to the touch,
it was one of the few things she had left to believe in,
one of the few things that held her on two feet.
While everything falls apart around her,
this one part of life never changed.
Love was what she felt for a piece of stone,
even if such a thing were so strange.
He was her rock,
the mask behind which she hides her pain.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone leaning against him
living in a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams and love give her wings
And she soon flies to a place where she's loved.
He's her conrete angel,
the one that protects her to no end.
Even if his body is stuck to the ground,
he could and would walk on water to save her.
While everything falls apart around her,
this one part of life never changed.
Love was what she felt for a piece of stone,
even if such a thing were so strange.
Author notes
I hope that you like this, and I'm sorry it's not my best, but this is all I could think of when I saw the picture and I hope you like it...
Slainte
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Quickie by Touchof1der.
525 points, ended October 13, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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That was wonderful. It's like the song, but for me, it's somehow stronger and more passionate. It was really great.
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Cold as stone, and yet warm to the touch... I like the contrast there. It plays well on the senses. Itnice to know that some things don't chnage. It offers one a sense of security, even if her security was in a stone monument. Great thoughts flow here. Thank you for taking the time to enter my contest and good luck to you!
♥ Touchof1der -
i love this poem bunches sweetie, i only hope the best for you in this contest though with such a wounderful poem, i am sure you will do just fine, much love to you and keep up the talent..xxxx
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