Falling stars these memories from torn histories,
Buffeted by the winds of time,
Plummeting from the archives of the mind,
Chased by music and out into the night.
On the backs of childhood demons,
They ride, they ride.
In gossamer webs glowing coldly,
The laughter and tears are captured,
To be devoured by glass spiders.
Shadows stutter and sway,
Within the confines of this candle flame,
Glowing dimly in the dead of night.
These murmuring voices of years gone by,
Punctuated by giggles and sighs,
Drowned in endless glasses of whiskey.
A contest entry
- A Weekend Contest - 15 lines or less by tara wilson.
900 points, ended March 3, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Poet's Choice III by Luna Tique Fringe.
1750 points, ended May 25, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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In my reading of this it sounds a bit choppy, maybe work on the rhythm of your (slant) rhyme.
Again, as I've mentioned to others..not a big fan of capitalizing the first word in every line. To me it signals the beginning of a new thought/idea.
"devoured by glass spiders"..I like that. Thanks for entering. -
"gossamer"..I love that word.
This poem has beautiful imagery...a sad ending..
thanks for entering the contest...
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Captivating
Flickers of your past pinched by strong brew will eventually catch up with you....I really like this. Welcome to AP. Thank you for sharing your pen with me.
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