I fell apart,
becoming my own concerto,
like cracking open my heart
and using it to color my shoes red
and black.
the fragile keep secrets,
hidden between the pavement cracks,
and only feel alone when they sing orchastral notes,
reading music, the treble sighs.
and if I read symphonies in C minor,
played them to my eyes
I think that I'd be aquamarine.
[but I can't read music,
so I never felt like I could sing teardrops
and anyone would listen].
if I whispered my secrets into your hair,
would you promise not to shatter
into ice across the floor?
[didnt say he could perform miracles,
or at least miracles that only I can see?]
Author notes
some parts are personal, some are fictional.
the basis is in real life
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest (January) by Denierim.
1000 points, ended February 3, 2008, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is beautiful! Very emotional and deep, with a hint of softness in the flow. This was so wonderful to read, like a breeze of wind across the sea... That's the first thing that came to my mind when I got this read and started thinking of the flow. And in that breeze you gave us such depth of emotions that were able to leave me breathless for a moment...
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful work with this one! Thanks for sharing this with us!
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