Mould masks changes colours
and shapes to the occasions.
Your face reflects
some colours only.
Plastic flowers in vases
attracts no butterflies.
Fabricated news in dailies
and channels,
hides something behind the curtain.
Hence I jumped to this world,
not fear of drowning.
Expecting coral views , gleaming _
gold fishes, with varying
persistence of vision.
But the under currents
total internal reflections
are unexpected.
Oh! I cant swim up again.
let the gravity decide
my down ward journey.
let me expect Pandora s box
at the bottom.
A contest entry
- so she drowns. by layla..
1450 points, ended May 11, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the water metaphor... because I'm always so into anything to do with water for some reason... lol
no seriously... (if you have the time check out my piece "floating feelings" and you'll understand what I mean... *nudge*). I also like the issue of fakeness, masked faces, made up, behind curtains... yet it manages to fool you sometimes doesn't it?! Padora's box... hmmm that's not too original to be honest but I still like your points made! P.S. thank you for your comment on "bouncing heart"~ TC<3
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Very nice write dear I wish you the best of luck with this poem in the contest. Redwing Spirit
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Nicely written. I like the last stanza. well done and good luck in the contest.
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