As a wallflower
I watch the portraits of Icarus melt
when the world walks by, staring at the floor
stained with the footprints going nowheres.
Why? When there is something so much greater
above that ceiling,
better then this basement level
where we trapped ourselves and even better
then tomorrow's tainted windows?
A contest entry
- Poetry Challenge Round 2... Invite Only by elemental angel.
500 points, ended March 27, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
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I think in the last line, 'then' should be 'than'... apart from that I really enjoyed this piece... I love the alliteration and the whole thing is brought together so well
good luck in the contest
Keep writing
Polly
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Simple yet breathtaking. It's frightening how much I relate to this one
Good luck in the contest!
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Oh, I love how you've mentioned Icarus. Your alliteration of s/f/w seems perfect for holding this piece together and you convey a great message; it is truly a sad thing to live by only watching others live...
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I liked hugs
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I really like this, Good dark imagery. A wonderful take on the prompt.
Bravo
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TY
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