Lines cast ashore;
midnight pier returns no call.
Homeward hearts falling, searching...
drifting past what might have been
bumping with the waves - what is.
Tasting the lip bitten blood of love's loss.
The pain and the cry, the rage and the hurt,
the understanding ~
war becomes personal,
outcomes and losses
inevitable;
and still,
the peir will mourn in silent recognition.
Author notes
I felt nothing of the sort when I looked at this image; but these are the words that followed?
art credit:
Deep red II by Andre Schrooten
A contest entry
- moves like red by Cat.
650 points, ended November 11, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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lip bitten love- love that line- cast some definite images- i think you have a word spelled incorrectly on the final line-
a good piece- thoughtful and metaphorically strong
m -
nice entry here, i really like the the line:
war becomes personal
it's the strongest of this thoughtful piece
al -
great
truly sad and not fake or sentimental
very classy................
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very intense, expressed well, the pier to me symbolizes home..good metaphor, excellent write.
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Nice work here. Good luck in the contest. I did like this very much. War does become personal... and it hurts. Well done.
~Pamela 
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