one wall, two walls…
brick by brick the world is getting smaller.
A secret snow, inside,
slowly drifting,
turning my tongue to stone…
can I scream?
If I am not alone,
then it is only by dint of this demon –
she sits on my shoulder,
always about to tell me her name.
Author notes
Prompt: Fear
A contest entry
- For Women Only by Dalaney.
600 points, ended March 17, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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amazing imagery here
you started this off with a bang and ended it in fireworks - truly an astonishing write (almost at a loss here!)
only bronze???????
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Yeah, that's what I thought - but one doesn't argue with the umpire!
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Congrats on the bronze my dear. A lovely penning that many can relate to...I for one can hear the voice but cant hear the name....
Love
Passions
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Imagery at it's best
Love,
Amera
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Thank you, Sis.
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all i can say is this: i am so fortunate to know such a talented poet. this is exactly what i was hoping for. love, lane
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And all I can say is that sometimes we read each other's minds perfectly.
M
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I know her well...
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she's scarey!
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Which are our intention, Pip old chap.
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but scarier by far, is the demon on her shoulder...
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