sweat slicked hands
grapple laboriously
sluggish
and
sorry
cold droplets
flickering
from the end of fingertips
as if dipped
in morning dew
and fresh thoughts
bring a slap
to my cheek
with the unvarnished truth
of today
that
a taut mouth
and pursed lip
fail to hide
the tear mingled with regrets.
as selfless
and philanthropic
as i have become
my fantasy
has been sullied
by reality
painting illusions
on the doorway
to heaven...
the murmured words
a gentle
reminder
before
the anvil
of realization
weighs down
my balloon of euphoria
and enlightens me
with the sorry fact
of
my replacability
in this world of saints
garnered
a dime
by the dozen...
Author notes
Prompt 3: Fate's illusion
i cried because i had no shoes
until i met a man who had no feet!
A contest entry
- Quote Prompt Contest # 2 by BluesMan.
800 points, ended April 21, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Its all about the comments by Hello...No.One.Home.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW, I felt like you have opened my mind to the greater world.
A wonderful write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
Rose
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Your metaphores were great theway you interpeted the cold smack in the face of reality of how we all have to question our virtue the sincerity of our selflessness Great write Thank you for entering my contest
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Thank you for the honours! God Bless!
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thought provoking
I liked your metaphors and felt that you had some really good lines..but, with that being said, I must comment that I was a little taken aback by the change from lower and upper case letters...or maybe it is just my own sense of wanting to stay levelized with my muse...good luck to you...Freda
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