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Fallen~

 

spectacles lie in ruin;

mummified mannequins

litter the floor.

 

eyes still on the tightropes,

where they danced

until they fell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Image by myownself at deviantart.com

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  • yael
    January 29
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    this is beautiful.

  • ilovemygrape
    January 29
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    Coupled with that image, your descriptions are very eerie. A lovely, distinct write, with a powerful alliteration there... Mummified mannequins. Oh yes. I get a sort of lyrical feel from this poem. It's probably not intended but that's how it flows with me. Crisp efficient language, with a soft, graceful flow.

    Thanks for the entry

  • And Hyetal
    January 26

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    It doesn't get much better than this. ^^

    If you ONLY won bronze with this masterpiece, then what in the world did the gold and silver write?

    The themes and imagery you put into this poem is exactly why I put you on my page.

    ~Cassie


  • Friday gold member
    January 25

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    "mummified mannequins"
    This is why you're my eyegasm.
    That is... whoah.
    Sex for the eyes, yup yup.
    Lets make our muses have babies


  • Laura Lamarca
    January 25

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    "circuses" ~ that word jams the eye a little, maybe a different word would fit there better. Love those final 3 lines and the emotion wrapped up in this piece. Good luck in the judging. La x

  • Naridill gold member
    January 25

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    Bah~! You can't talk - eats your muse

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