Pillows of light
wrapped in pillars
of shadow.
Toying with
perceptions
of human eye.
Clouds stained
with questions
of souls found
in blackest
deepest oceans.
Molded to forfeit
their lingering lives.
Unresisting to
the unrelenting
changes,
that are destined
to occur.
As lives break,
to make way
for the new.
Author notes
1. pillow
2. shadow
3. clouds
4. stained
5. question
6. soul
7. find
8. mold
9. forfeit
10. linger
Those are the words that were required to be used. I hope I did them justice. Enjoy. This one hopefully, explains itself. I'm trying to get out of the habit of explaining my poems. I'll just let them speak for themselves.
Peace Out
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
Comment honestly please. But don't be rude. CONSTRUCTIVE CRISTISM is welcome. But don't bash me; I work hard.
Comments
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50 words exactly! Nice job. I love the author comments
I did a column on giving a good critique so no worries. We all like respect. Someone told me once that we should never have to explain our poetry ... I used to do that a lot and mine is almost always simplistic needing no explanation. On occasion I will find something difficult though and will ask questions. If a write is historical I find no problem with author notes. Anyway, thank you for entering.
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