Molten eyes
that burn,
surrounded in age
and
soft crinkled
skin.
The wiser
always whispers
my name
with a rasping voice
and parched lips.
Faded skin
and liquid irises.
Author notes
3. "Aging amber"
Twenty-nine words.
A contest entry
- PIF by Virgoan.
400 points, ended November 19, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the words and imagery here...very crisp.
Wonderful write.
Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
VIRGOAN

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Thank you very much!!!
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i love your style of writing... each word has a purpose and meaning. great job on this one. good luck in the contest.


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Thank you very much!
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