Each moment exhales
stale motes becoming history,
a mystery to what inhale will bring,
shattered cling of duvet dark,
stark upon dawn’s naked thigh,
unknowing why in creased persona.
Doors corona seeps through cracks,
stacks invitations upon the mat,
coloured combat against sullen room,
don costume for public view,
renew acquaintance with smiles vocation,
a decaying isolation of shuttered tomb.
Time to resume normalities future,
suture comrades with disposable smiles
and step into aisles of shallow suburbia.
Author notes
Prompt : Decaying Isolation
A contest entry
- A little lonely rainbow by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended March 19, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be honest
Comments
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woah the language in this piece is beautifully put together to express the prompt in such a unique but clever way. i am speechless thankyou for your beautiful entry
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