Sweat slicked hands
grapple laboriously
sluggish
and sorry
indescernible gestures
misplaced
which faulty memory?
hidden away...
the musty scent
of stagnant observations
a painted illusion
on my wall
and so the taut mouth
and quivering nostrils
dream up
a surrealness
of a quasi-fall;
what words were murmured?
dipped in silence
that a quasi-reality
in a shapeless mind
gave away
to a priceless laugh...
Author notes
Fourthaxis
A contest entry
- Title Options... (Closes in 5 days) by Touchof1der.
525 points, ended April 14, 2008, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I especially like the fourth stanza, "stagnant observations" perfect image and feeling...well done!
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This was indeed awesome and anyone who really pays attention here will see that it is much deeper than what the words appear initially. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that pen handy and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest!
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Thank you.
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I like this piece, love the wording and how it is vague, hidden, is it reality or isn't it?
Good write.
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Thank You. The answer would have to be as elusive as the poem itself. After all it is an illusion!!
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