I ate each word,
you wrote,
feeling it wash
my soul -
not what you say,
but, the path it journeys
through my mind,
like a bullet, bleeds,
the heart in its dying -
tenderness, becomes mist;
like the cold-warmth
of morning -
a capture of the impossible
In a list
A contest entry
- If I could... -closes after 15 entries by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended May 28, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your words are simply food for the soul and I see the hostess agreed. Congratulations on the gold.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Leo
I feel honored that you made this comment. Frans
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This is phenomenally beautiful and I mean that. That first stanza just reaches out and grabs you from the get-go. Marvelous imagery and the pace of the poem slinks through gracefully, tenderly and in a most loving manner. Such a creative display you have offered here. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest!
♥ Touchof1der -
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Touchof1der
I did not expect this. All honor should go to Connonsfire, as her poem: Color of Lilac at http://allpoetry.com/poem/4270573 promted this write within me. Thank you - a highlight for me. Frans
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Oh, man, how evocative this is...its brittle brilliance really does speak to frozen... awesome job!!!!
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This is lovely and filled with passion and original phrases. You have a wonderful gift of bringing warmth to the heart of your readers.
Love,
Amera♥
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Beautiful!!!
I am surprised I am just now discovering the talented poet you are... I love your work and am glad to have met your words here. Best of luck in this contest!!! Peace, Cyn
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Oh my dear friend, this just washes me with fresh water and I applaud you for the kindness and the soft and gentleness of this. Love, Chez
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