I am a suffocation waiting to happen.
I am a bubble wrap disaster area.
I am the reason for cation labels.
I have a minimal tolerance for pain,
and yet here I am swinging from roped vines of a willow tree,
creak in my splayed neck.
For I am an accident, in many ways.
Lullabies would only make me want to sleep,
faster and harder and longer; forever.
Medication, I am choking on my cherry tongue.
It is a plastic wrap symphony out there.
It is only going to make you want it's blossom,
around those doll lips more and more.
Aching for that last. ached. breath.
Bulbs going off in your eyes.
Finger tips tingle.
You feel it coming,
an end.
Author notes
prompt: a poem called Beneath the Willow
& This picture: http://i4.tinypic.com/82y0268.jpg
A contest entry
- the weeping willow by adsaige.
350 points, ended February 17, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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love this whole thing! the poem you have written is filled with so much emotion! i love that about it! i wish you the best of luck in the contest!
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Thank you!
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Judged
An interesting take on both the picture and my poem. I think I find this: and yet here I am swinging from roped vines of a willow tree, creak in my splayed neck: to be your strong point of the poem.
Error in line 3: "caption" I believe is the word you wanted. Thank you for entering. -
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No. I meant caution.
caution lables like warning lables.
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