She lay
Pondering on silken sheets
Of gleaming silver
Parting lips
As red as the wine
Forever
Locked away
In the rotting cellar
A steaming
Mug of copper
Coffee
Grows colder
As the seconds pass
The rapid ticking
Of the clock
Reverberating
Throughout the dim room
She shuffles
On a feathery bed
Laden with rough pillows
Her graceful arms
Stretch
And tip the mug
The coffee
Washing upon the wooden desk
Waves of auburn
Splashing,
Spilling
Amongst the floor
Timid fingers
Leaf through a
Crumbling notebook
The deep sapphire of her eyes
Drinking in
Blank pages
Burdened with words
Unwritten
She grasps the pencil
And writes
Carrying on
Her mother’s
Unfinished legacy
A contest entry
- Just another contest by Randomly Beautiful.
1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wooow.for 14 ur very good,ur words are mazing wow
Oo check my story out when u have time x
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Thanks so much for entering the contest.
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