These lignite eyes
shall never compromise
The views I have of you.
I am war torn and weary
from the pall and pain of worry
of your schemes and dreams of
Insanity.
Bring to me just once
a white dove of peace
and I shall wash these dregs away.
But your hands are empty
unable to give
the least particulate of love.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Quickie by piccola.
450 points, ended December 8, 2007, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Golden Poems (pre-write quickie) by JM Kenyon.
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I REALLY like this poem and the word choice! Very well done.
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I loved this write and felt every word of it as I read until I reached the last line.
"the least particulate of love. "
The word particulate seems to grate against the words in the rest of the poem. Of course, I don't have any other word to suggest with the same meaning either
s and best wishes ~Genie~
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wow well done congrats on gold
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THank you
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deep. There's a lot to this write. Although brief, it says a lot and is well suited to the prompt. Thank you for the entry.
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THanks Abear for the gold
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This is very nice Bill, sometimes life gets simply weary and you just want an easier way, most are too busy to slow down and smell the roses Love, C
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THanks C, appreciate the kind words
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