And she was a brilliant mimic,
Of something familiar.
A seemingly empty shell,
Of a dormant pretender.
But as the ice thawed and slipped away,
A real person somehow surfaced today,
Spin me around,
So I can watch the world turn,
In slow motion.
Do you see what I see?
In this mirror of shattered devotions,
A simple fairy tale ending,
{With a twist}
A white stallion dyed red
In the blood of her slaughtered bliss,
This heart of hers lying still on the ground,
Stopped beating,
Stopped making a single sound.
And all the while coaxed by the words,
Dancing off the tongues of sly devils,
Whispering sweet intoxicating temptations into her ear,
Never fear, Never fear,
It’ll be over soon,
As the flowers die,
And the weeds bloom.
Author notes
10. Dead flowers
A contest entry
- Are You Ready? by Dalaney.
2300 points, ended March 14, 2008, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Grand slam
congradulations on the well deserved gold. i wish my mind could create something other than whats real (still trying). but reading poems like this, show me there is so much more to this poetry world, that I have yet to see and explore. and its a growing process, our minds, as I learn something new each day. Thanks to others whose words and imaginings create thoughts, which in turn inspire another to create. A wonderfully vicious cycle.Jennifer -
excellent metaphor - wow, congrats on the gold, very well deserved, and very outside the box, love this one..
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thank you for thinking outside the box...excellent work here. love, lane
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