Orgasmic release, vivid colors
of time, seeking recognition
from mute tongue and mind.
Futuristic happenings, perhaps
longings from within, or yesteryear's
and yesterdays, cascade like a
power-point, only to descend.
Blank canvas and brittle parchment,
now yellowed with time, unstroked
by quill or brush, thirsty and dry.
Await me, my darling, my untimely
departure forgive, I'll lavish you
with extravagant words and paint
your world with bliss...when I find
the key to free myself, from this
prison I have built.
A contest entry
- Open Theme- 500th Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended April 12, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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What an evocative write..... yesterdays and yesterdays poets...oh yes, indeed... those who sought to set their souls to paper.
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Amazing write. All our tomorrows wait, if we can just get through today...Good luck in the contest.
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Another beautiful work of art in your poetry.
Peace in light and love
Noah
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thanks,
blessings to you
Sassy
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I like "Yesteryears and yesterdays"
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A most excellent write, indeed. I like it just the way it is. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Hope you have a good day.
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Exquisite!
Everything including the background
works in this magnificent piece.
Your words flow with eloquence and passion.
Creating a masterpiece of perfection.
One could tell that you're a sensitive
person who feels deeply about things.
and yes I agree, its a tragedy to lose
ones muse. Nicely done
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thanks for your kind comments, and yes, writing is my release, however, I've had to divert my attention to other things and even when I have to time to visit here, most often my mind just draws a blank.
Blessings,
Sassy
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wow!!!
LOVED IT!!!!!!!! IT WAS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. It really showed honesty! great job and keep writing.
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thanks
Blessings,
Sassy
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