Scratched sepia hopes
diminished
within the dim lighted confines
of my existence.
I'm locked behind a narrowed door
isolated,
with the wrong key
and views from dank windows
to endless destinies
out of reach,
beyond the pane.
They left me here
to find myself...
and there's no escape from me now.
Author notes
"To see a candle's light one must take it into a dark place."
I'm not sure I actually like this...
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Quickie by Jfd.
600 points, ended February 10, 2008, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really enjoyed it!
Congrats on the SILVER... I liked the direction you
took it! The wrong key...that gives a lot of imagery,
perhaps you were wrestling with it..if you are not
sure that you like it?
I've walked into situations where I thought I had the
"key" only to find out...oh ...no...I must search out
another one...that fits the door that perhaps I am
reluctant to walk through.
good job, i really liked your poem, it gives us much
thought!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )) lovely author note, flashlight?
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I liked this...especially the ending, I like the idea of being at war with yourself....I think in the first stanza, you should the spelling of "existance" I believe there is an "e" instead of an "a".....thank you for taking the time to enter
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There is a subtle flow to this that reminds me of my growing style that I;ve yet to name.
Even if you don't like this one, I do.
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This sounds familiar - echoes from a long ago (well 3 years maybe) past. But, old or new it has a certain "ring" to it. Words well used.
Dad
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