The reflection of her reflection
was all that remained
to the blind outsider.
But vivid colours
and sharpened lines
defined her strength inside
with the world blocked out,
and her thoughts enlarged,
as she sat in silence,
in reflection.
A contest entry
- anything under 15 lines by tara wilson.
600 points, ended February 4, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot, I have a good doctor
Comments
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This is so interesting, I see so many hers or shes in this...I don't know, I feel it's kind of vague, this poem makes me want to know even more about her, I kind of want to know more why she sat in silence, in reflection. There is only a partial story here, and I feel I need more..this could be really good, though
It needs more imagery too..you said shoot, so I did
I love how the first lines are physical reflections, and then the last her 'thoughts' so this part of the poem I found very clever and creative...thanks so much for this entry..
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