My hands hold a hollow cube
containing my heart. Cristal
beams of light let little flakes
of snow glow in the dark. It’s
cold outside but I don’t care.
A corner of the frozen forest will
forever keep this body. My limbs
loose their feel and grow cold.
Grey oaks grow beside my grave
and stop the snow from falling.
It’s cold outside but I don’t care.
At least my heart will be saved.
A contest entry
- It's another SEMI-QUICKIE! (Pic Prompt) by Angelflower.
600 points, ended April 29, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes, I did. Thanks for noticing. I've changed it now to 'saved'.
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This was a very well written piece, and you created a very vivid image here.. You did a good job on the prompt, though I think that in the last line you meant "saved" instead of "save"? not sure though, anyway, great write.. Best of luck to you..
Angel
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