The weather, has taken a turn for the worst
My wounds fester in the open and violent dirt
I feel myself losing consciousness as I hit the ground
the blood on my hands I see and breath slows down.
Serenity and peace come, not a moment too soon
There is a strange surrealness in my swoon
I sense a presence, beside me by the water's edge
A benevolence misplaced, something the river dredged?
Gentle fingers touch my skin, their objective sincere
I think I spied angel wings in the reflection by the river
Back home after another battle, a sense of doom and loss so pure
I think I spied angel wings, but I never will be sure...
A contest entry
- - Wednesday Quickie to Work that Quill - by Desire.
700 points, ended March 29, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: Second Thoughts
This tugged at Spirit and Wonderful tale told...
Images unfolded throughout this verse~
The pain imagined
Swelled the eyes...
The last line...I think I spied angle wings..
did You mean angel wings? Just wanted to ask for clarification but I imagined that is what You meant
Love the rhyme weaved...
Powerful verse seen also felt through Your words
These lines grabbed and pulled~
Serenity and peace come, not a moment too soon
There is a strange surrealness in my swoon
I sense a presence, beside me by the water's edge
A benevolence misplaced, something the river dredged?
Fantastic take on the prompt~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart also Spirit!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Yeah, angel....I wrote it during a stuctures class on angle sections.....forget it
but yes i meant angel wings and thank you for the honorable mention!!!
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