The water drop
that shatters on the sill
shines like shards
of glass, splintered.
The wind whispers
curses through
absent curtains,
and if the light were there
it would only
outline the shadows.
She is the
blue in the black,
her face as
soft and open as
a new white rose
while uncallused fingers
learn the sharp edges of
a brown world.
Author notes
Thanks to Trina213 for the inspiration: http://yanachan.deviantart.com/art/Innocence-78423856
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Wow, um, I really don't know what to say to this one... The imagery is breath taking. It's simplistic, but lovely. Great job here, I have no critiques.
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The imagery in this is fantastic. The second half impacted me the most, but the whole poem is very well done.
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I really liked this. It was sad and beautiful... I feel like it should have music to it. The line "She is the blue in the black" is a wonderful image in the minds eye.
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Wow..
Thats an amazingly moving poem. Melancholy in a way, but also also strangly warming- like the birth of innocence thrust into the world. Keep up the great work!
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Fantastic description and imagery. You're very talented
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Thank you!
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I love it.
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