the mirror offers only memories
of autumn
and your warm hands
against shivering skin
your intimidation is useless
I never intend to move my lips
again.
A contest entry
- what happens in the white spaces by Dienush.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 24 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Love it - the final two lines really make this poem - wel done - congrats on the silver
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A lovely, haunting write. Congratulations on winning the Silver.
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...somebodies got the blues!
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There is a silent, stillness about this...looking back and knowing there is only silence. Enjoyed!
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Wow, in this small poem you have put just the right amount of creative imagery and variety of intense emotions. I love this. Thank you for entering.
~Diana -
Wonderful write here...Silence speaks again...
All the best!
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