My heart of love now solid as a metal glove
Harping in my mind, words singing like a sweet dove
Absorbing in my soul creating lovely art
Blending together beautiful colors impart
By my own heart, you and I shall never depart
Tears fall like rain staining windowsills of my mind
Eyes black, truth hidden behind souls venetian-blind
Accretion lacks, forbidden, I am twined like vine
Smothered in your memory, your beauty I breathe
Plastered in my thoughts, loosing you was all my fault
Now I rest here lonely in my burial vault.
Fears like pebbles of salt filling my wounded heart.
As years come and go your absence is killing me
Candle’s ignite, binding my soul and memories.
Author notes
Stains on the mind's windowsill.
A contest entry
- PiF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
625 points, ended May 24, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful But Sad another great one deserving GOld
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Oh my! I never expected to click and find a wonderful French Sonnet here. This is beautiful with a bittersweet image. Each 12 syllable line flows into the next keeping the reader captivated. Love it!
Love,
Amera
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Aw thanks I have been plying around with them, a bit...
SOmeday I will figure out what I am actually doing hehehe...
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