I was to you
translucent,
bending light rays
into their innate spectrum:
I was
warm like a saffron morning,
your deeper shade of blue,
was flammous passion,
light.
My colours enthralled
so I was placed
on your ivory pedestal
(you said, for all to see)
until you learned to dislike
your cold reflection
wavering in mine:
Yet, what did you expect?
You made me a prism,
it is my nature to distort.
A contest entry
- Prism by RedAquarius.
450 points, ended April 9, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gimme your greenies by crazymomma.
300 points, ended August 11, 2008, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - For those I forgot by crazymomma.
500 points, ended September 7, 2008, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I think this is the secret to true love. Being able to see our faults through our lovers eyes and still go on. I really enjoyed the metaphore and imagery in this. Thanks for entering and good luck
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Good title, fits a prism well. Love "warm like a saffron morning" imagery - nicely descriptive of that special color of morning sunlight! My only suggestion is to perhaps soften the last two lines by changing from two statements to one, change prism. to prism, Just a thought.
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The biggest and most under appreciated gift a partner can give another is the self-reflection in truth that we ourselves cannot see. To be so lucky as to view, and seen without prudice, one's hidden self is the divine gift that love truly is
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