She sketched statements
on charcoal canvasses;
stamping stories that dripped ink
in wine glasses at midnight.
The compliments faded,
leaving barren carcasses
scattered in metallic graveyards -
erecting mazes of lost images
within herself.
She mourned over flames,
tracing ashes on silhouettes
that convinced her to
expire.
Author notes
Count: 47 words
Prompt:
"Because she never really learnt how to breathe" - H.R. Picture Credit: Flame
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired - Under 50 Words by Exodus.
525 points, ended May 10, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Now you tell me:
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ove the pic! An the endind was verry strong. (and its nice to be back. )
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wow
your intense imagery blows me away..i stand in awe..and i mostly do not say that..i have read you before..and i absolutely love your work..and this is another one in that category..def trophy worthy..thanx so much for sharing..blessings..namaste..
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Thank you - I am flattered
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I like it. It's beautiful. I think i may have just become a poet again. Thank you.
I don't understand this line, though.
'tracing ashes on silhouettes'
And i don't like that she expired. It's sad. =//.
\\\hope is not a myth.
♥anthon -
This is not a light poem, lots of deep stuff here, i loved the title, there is so much in here, very creative word choice, beautiful imagery, a very enjoyable read, great write!
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thank you
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Whoah.
And I say again; WHOAH.
This is amazing. I knew you'd come up with something stunning, you always do, but you really out did yourself on this one.
It just... screams at you.
Magnificent
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you makes me blush
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talented
I like your style it has a vagueness that makes it deep food for thought
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This is very cool to be honest, I like the fact that it didn't rhyme but it flowed really easily.
Just bloody brilliant really, dunno how else to describe it.
emily.
xxx
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hehehehe, i liek the ending, i think this was awesome, i really like the thought about it, i couldnt come up with something like this for the prompt, matter o fact mine was way diff. lol
but i really like this, and wonderful job and good luck. take care
stephanie
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the colours i see are black, white and red. In black I can see the potential - the source of creativity - with the power to transform the atmosphere, almost a sort of witchcraft which sustains the artist and her world. Then i see the white - a withdrawal of the vitality, exposing the bones, skeleton-like structures which have nothing to hold upright any more. The structure serves no purpose. The red - the only active principle left - destruction of the skeletons - a desire for change, even if into a state of non-exsistence (for a while, =) I love it. Genies - Ema
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Thank you - I thinkI like your comment better though
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-sigh-
a beauty
un.
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amazin
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