Cryptic masks
disguise walls of sand
behind escaped vision
that shows empty
to all who see.
Lachrymal imagery
drains beryl streams
of running eyes,
dry.
Opaque mist
swims through fallen
rain~
puddles;
a whirlpool of mayhem
spills cluttered lies,
flowing like veins
that break in cries
of desolation.
Silvery vapor
encodes puzzled
winds of midnight,
and
respiration is revealed
to the winter.
A contest entry
- Mystic Tears by Everwind Rising.
1100 points, ended November 4, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent. The imagery is captivating and together witht perfect line and stanza breaks, makes the poem mesmerizing.
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I agree with BlackNoiseDisease.
Tis the truth, all the way.
Nothing short of amazing.
Good luck in the contest!
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Yes, this is pertty much orgasmic. The depth and imagery speaks great profundity to the reader. I love this.
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great depth and wisdom here
you say so much with few words
good luck in taking home a medal.
Tamara
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wow i feel like this as of since forever x[
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Aww i love you silky. I'm here if you want to talk. Thanks for commenting
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