Once, before words, and real gestures,
world was nothing but tight-stretched canvas
black with patches of blacker
today, a dark dream took me there
while I abandoned wet wishes
to dance in another kind of rain
I ran and twirled like a girl
sky dropped petals at my feet
that seeded and grew to my music
that a low lonesome moan made
when angels bled my reason for sadness
whisking like crepe by death’s bed
I step quickly from for colors hurt
worse than creation
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A contest entry
- PIF Quickie Pic Inspired 15/10-15L/30 by poet2angels.
775 points, ended December 18, 2007, 14 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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My goodness! I need to stop reading your poems today. I just keep getting weepy
That is the first thing I noticed about your poetry and one of the best things about it still, the heart
I feel like jumping in puddles but happy ones...
Lynda
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This truly encapulates the sadness of loss... really stunning. Love the title, it says so much by itself. Best of luck in the contest!
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so revealing here, our inner turmoil love and loss we love only to lose, such precious emotions on display here, so remarkable and expressive..PK
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