In the shadow,
a used soul stained with pain,
lingers on a pillow molded to fit
a feminine brain.
She forgets not the questions asked,
but forfeits her freedom to fly lonely in the sky,
but smiles when she finds her soul renewed
in the heart of a cloud passing by.
Author notes
Prompt: Word bank
I hope you enjoy
A contest entry
- Word Bank, Word Limit by piccola.
600 points, ended June 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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except for the fact that this is 51 words
it's great and we both spelled molded wrong ... it's moulded...unless my spell check is mistaken. I have to go correct a poem of my own and the contest. If you want to find a word to edit out there's lots of time.
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Damn. I thought I counted out 50... But then again I made it really complicated for myself so that's probably where I messed up...
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that was beautiful and so eloquent
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