This well
waters my eyes when heart in care turns on its side
breathing the breath within.
There is silence then.
The emptiness riddles ache.
My core set to stone amid the ice of winter glaze.
My motions though routine,
feel no spark.
Agony rests in reach of you.
Time has taken you to another place;
a place outside of normal.
But still I am still and cold.
My pain is felt in guilt for having it,
and yet,
I cannot help but miss you.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration #9 by Laura Lamarca.
550 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beauty in words
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LOVE IT keep up to great work
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very touching!
this feels bittersweet, but it's done with expertise
that only a gifted poet can pen! good luck in the contest!
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how sad. Mournful missing, but lovely in words.
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