the air is stale
Everything here
Is dull now
Even the candles on my nightstand
Smell faint and lifeless
Their dainty braided wicks
Refuse to bloom white for me
Now that you’re gone.
The nest of sheets
And comforters
I’ve carved out for myself
Offer no hint of you.
A contest entry
- prompt inspired, 16 entries, 8 lines by Grey Mouser.
600 points, ended December 11, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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When we miss someone, everything does seem to lose all it's lustre. Excellent imagery of loneliness and loss...
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Lifeless due to the loss of the heart, sunk into a dull greyness that mutes all. Nice write on such saddness. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Very nice imagery. I like the idea of candles blooming and the feeling of loneliness prevailing in this piece.
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I hate the feeling of an empty bed.
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