and hear what she has to say;
her only crime was love
but love only lasts so long
He found another to replace her
and left her by herself with
furtive lies in disguise,
but she wistfully waited
in the field of bittersweets
He never came for her
and she died all alone,
but you can hear her sing
like a bird in the spring
in the wind near those flowers
Now a sad love story
that wasn't meant to be
and all that's left
is the inspiration of the
indigo flowers
Author notes
Your Prompt is: INDIGO
FREE VERSE: No "traditional rhyme"
Poetic Device: Solid Metaphor
(I'm not sure if anyone got the connection between the 'field of bittersweets' and 'indigo flowers'. I felt the indigo was a bittersweet color because it was such a pretty color but it seemed kind of depressing at the same time)
A contest entry
- Contest NO GREENS - ROUND FOUR - INVITATION ONLY by Pamela A Lamppa.
7000 points, ended April 13, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Really liked the first two lines:
"Close the eyes of sorrow
and hear what she has to say" -
Nice
Poem, you did a great job. I really like it. You did a great job.
~Night Mistress~ -
great write. Keep it up.


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Congratulations on your award another wonderful round
within this contest
Blessings,
Frozentearz -
Blues over a lost love...this is a sensitive write in keeping with the theme of the prompt. Congratulations on the Silver and good luck in the next round!
"..and all that's left
is the inspiration of the
indigo flowers..."

Paul

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So well worth the wait. You have done a lovely job with metaphor to this prompt. Well done. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela


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You have successfully used blue as sadness without falling to cliche. Well done!
I will comment here one form, which is rare for me:
I would have read your first line better as - close sorrow's eyes.
and your line break between lines 6 and 7 was distracting.
however, I feel your efforts score high an commend your entry.

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This touches a chord right now...
Indigo is truly the shade of our deepest
emotions and you paint the tragedy of love
unreturned in dark blue strokes. I especially
liked "but she wistfully waited
in the field of bittersweets". Blue










