In dusk, when sphere blackens,
when in solitude, shades take shape,
moon, poorly fallen in earth's love,
experiencing destruction, powerless.
Teetering under weight of grief,
in front of terror rays
reveal, every night to drop,
your smile sketched by tears.
Author notes
Prompt: Image
"By a white apple of the moon" by ~LonelyPierot (deviantart.com)
A contest entry
- Paying It Forward.... {{Image Inspired}} by PerfectImperfection.
650 points, ended May 9, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Teetering under weight of grief is something that rung true with me, as we lost one of dogs a short while ago..a very deep write here *hug* Cindy
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A sadness..but great imagery, drew me in so well
Good luck in the contest
Cindy
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This is just beautiful. Sullen and well expressed. Great take on the prompt. Thank you for the entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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Excellent take on prompt. A true sad painful expression. Best wishes in contest.
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