She sat there
crouched in a corner,
sweltering tears bursting forth.
It could not have happened.
He cannot be gone.
She could still see him.
Enveloped by moments gone,
she sat and watched him,
as his smile replayed in her head
endlessly.
Author notes
4. Tents of memory
A contest entry
- Pif PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
750 points, ended June 8, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique and give suggestions, please.
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.

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Love those last two lines the most. They are so alive, yet fading.



