One day
when all seemed lost, I spied upon
a metaphor of metamorphosis. Whose painted wings
bring jealousy to my eyes.
The same that I paint each morning to hide
my own ugliness.
Never have my eyes
been a more vibrant emerald
than those of that morning.
Sitting in a field
wishing the wind to
drown my hate.
The simile fluttered by and
I damned it to torment
in the first moment.
Being so blessed as it was to have a second chance.
To be reborn.
But no curses escaped
my heart. I found myself
glad.
Some other creature will find joy
as I am damned.
So in silence we parted
and in silence we pray for each-other.
A contest entry
- what happens in the white spaces by Dienush.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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aww!
this is such a sad poem! the depth and sorrow just grew and grew as i read on! but the strength grew too! amazing poem! >.< keep penning kays!
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Wow, this is so well written... love how you apply the poetic device motifs to show how there can be more to friendship than words... I can relate a lot to this. Thank you for entering.
~Diana -
Excellent creation.
Best of luck in the contest.
Delila
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thank you.
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