I
drip
drip
drip
Muddy water falls to steely tongue,
naked and bared in the chill of night
as the unclothed child,
scratching through life's rubble.
His pink feet lie blistered,
soles scraped with cracking mud
and the stains of his last tears
are still shining in the moonlight;
the stone on which they fell,
moistens in melting sorrow,
and the child loiters,
among the stars at rest.
II
She is needled through torn fabric
sewed on a piece of man,
the delicacy of her lips
stays stuck to yesterday's dress.
Her patchwork is framed with grief,
with punctures from limp vitality,
she slaves to toil in futility
to men with whitened hair.
Her breath is shallow and heavy
like broken notes of lost music,
the last thread is still tied;
and the twinkle of her eye,
is still lost
in the star of yester-year.
III
I rise form parchment set
and haven't scrawled a word,
just thought of the lingering grief
and laid the quill down in vain.
Author notes
Asfand.
Teen Idol
Simple poem - images.
I managed to snuck this in. AM about to leave for my first paper - Artihmetic in about 3 hours and am about to go to sleep. So, well, i only get half hour breaks so this is all I can come up with.
I'm sorry, i couldn't bring myself to write happy. Continuing on my theme of sadness and poverty and grief from the quickie poem.
Thanks.
A contest entry
- Teen Idol 7: Round 10 (Top 4) by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended April 14, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Excellent.
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This is one of the most beautiful things I have read in a while. It feels...spiritual in a way, especially because of the title.
I love the way you divided it up into three separate sections.
You're honestly going to win Teen Idol. This poem touched me.
awesome.
~Cassie
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