the spice of you
no longer lingers
on my skin
or even
on the pillows in my bed
my tears must have washed away
even the memory
of your essence
A contest entry
- prompt inspired, 16 entries, 8 lines by Grey Mouser.
600 points, ended December 11, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 31 to 35 ages enter your best prewrite Judged by RedwingSpirit.
475 points, ended January 18, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I feel you will never return to me by googe.
600 points, ended January 8, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent write Dear COngratulations on the gold trophy Thanks for entering my contest and I wish you the best of luck
RedwingSpirit
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Thank you for this and other recent comments on my work.
These short works are new to me, but I am enjoying working out the kinks... and discoving that sometimes less is in fact more.
Kat
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When time and many tears have laundered the memory of one away into an existence that no longer is the same. Wonderfully written, many thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
i love how you used the word spice
it's intimate, and exotic at the same time
yay.
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you put a lot of meaning into a short poem, i really like this
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Lovely words, sad piece. Great take on the prompt. God luck in the contest
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this is one many can relate to. Truth in every line. Wonderful take on the prompt. Best of luck to you
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