with slow, rhythmic motion
his tiny hands extend
from uneven limbs
constantly stroking his face
erasing yesterday forever
I watch with envy, for when I
stroke my face... yesterday's still there
A contest entry
- Erasing Yesterday by poetryality.
525 points, ended December 20, 2007, 7 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Those last two lines... priceless. But the main thing is to be able to allow ourselves to let go of those sad yeaterdays, live for now, with hopes for the future.
A good piece.
Good luck in the contest
Dee
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thank you
for the comments and applauds
, unlike a clock(hands of time that I was referring to), it's not always easy to let go of yesterdays, though time does help to heal, however, there are a few yesterdays that I wish could be wiped away as easily as the hands of a clock erase each day
God Bless,
Sincerely,
Sassy
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This is sad but it brings to the forefront the fact that you know you have to let go of the past. It seems burdensome to hold on to pain and upheaval. I see in these words that you wish it was you "stroking your face". A very clever take on the prompt that gave us clear visuals. Thank you for this entry and I wish you the best in the Comp.
Much Love & Happy Holidays ♥
Renee
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thank you,
I had such a brain freeze last night trying to write this piece. I knew what I wanted to say, yet the words just wouldn't come, and I really wasn't satisfied and contemplated removing it. I was actually sitting here staring at a clock, so this is metaphorically speaking of a clock (the tiny hands, extending from uneven arms is the clock)...yet, I wasn't able to express what I was really trying to. Ughh, sorry for rambling...it's been a long week and my brains tired
Sassy
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