Melody Nocturnal

Wrapped inside Mother's arms,

I am coaxed back to her void.

The walls have shattered

to glass prisms and

mirrored in thirds.

Sitar strings have snapped,

curling like wires around

the coat's leather folds.

She cradles every

inch of me.

Liquidfied touches brush

through blonde strands;

capsuling the fibers

and tears once

spilled.

Author notes

Picture (c) pen-gwyn @ deviantART

Written while listening to "Room of Angel" by Akira Yamaoka and Mary Elizabeth McGlynn

Still Water by NurseChilly. 1750 points, ended March 18, 2008, 22 entries
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Rowan
March 18, 2008
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Very moving. Congratulations!
NurseChilly
March 10, 2008

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I do like your poem, however I do not like huge author notes explaining the poem, I feel it detracts from the piece and if your piece cannot explain itself on its own merits then you need to look at it again.........

a thought would be to take your author notes away and see how the poem stands on its own... see if it still can hold water - pardon the pun...

I think with a few tweaks, it could....

anyways... many thanks for entering this contest

G.x
- N e a r
  March 10, 2008
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  Thank you for your comment on my piece. I've taken out the AN and will see how it holds.
- - NurseChilly
    March 10, 2008
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    I will re-read all pieces before I make my final judgements
    
    thank you
  - - N e a r
      March 10, 2008
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      Alrighty then.
      
      You're welcome.
Randomly Beautiful
February 29, 2008
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The rules stated for the pieces to be aligned to the left.
- N e a r
  February 29, 2008
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  Thank you.