Some words must be whispered after dark,
When thirsty shadows drink all wayward sound,
When whispers barely reach the porches
Of thin lips…and cannot touch the sleeping ears
Of those to whom they are said…cannot,
Will not enter a closed, unwilling edifice.
Some loves must suffer innocent of life,
Unspoken, dimly represented by a hand
Twisting back a wispy hair, by turning up
A quilt kicked-off some long time after night
Passed softly into early morning, by unuttered words
That rise as tears, obscure an eye, and die upon a cheek.
A contest entry
- Image Inspired #18 by HeavenScent4U.
300 points, ended December 20, 2007, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful poem. I was scanning through your poetry, saw the first two lines of this, and had to read on. The emotion captured in imagery adds a personal, deep tone. Your words flow so masterfully! Congratulations on the gold.
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Many thanks for the comments. I'm glad you found the piece enjoyable.
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this is so sad but so well thought through. so much like unrequited love, the sadness and depth of it
thanks for your wonderful entry and good luck. be well and be blessed
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Thank you for the gold. I appreciate your image prompts, because so often I see my daughter--or at least my memories of her when she was younger--reflected in details. Nothing too blatant, just a similarity of expression, of cast of eye, of mood. And it helps me remember more vividly.
Michael
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