Bellowing breeze,
echoing thier sins in cupped hands,
as draining thought
pools in cavernous
hollows, empty spaces
inside my mind --
whence I scraped
the surface,
of my own ignorance.
Discarnate as a soul
balanced along fragility
strings of lies,
patching together
to support virtue's frail existence,
and I spilled a drop
of intoxication,
as fine linings
and folds of linen,
the torn fabrics
of my own self;
-- unbalanced --
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired PIF by AliceinPoetryLand.
1800 points, ended November 8, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticism Is Very Much Welcomed -- I Am Here To Learn
Comments
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Thank you for this beautiful inspiration from the picture.
Gaylene
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