wake up & smell
evening, staring at you
from across the table
with vacant eyes
of red wine spills
to come, going
through lace mazes
of broken glass
between your fingers.
the newspaper announced:
there are more deaths
than births,
& the little ad in the corner
noted a sale
on obituaries:
15$ for 25 words,
autobiographies only.
you always were good
at forging
my signature -
as I stared at you,
seeing breakfast
from across the table
the morning after.
Author notes
inspired by: http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2721892390103618285jhZdMB
(taken by myself)
81 words
A contest entry
- passing seasons by Nicolette.
2000 points, ended June 27, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I liked this – a very interesting take on the contest theme, almost like a distant view of the self or the morning after, yet there is also a look forward.
The opening line and the way it connects with the following two stanzas sets the scene and speaks to the senses. I also liked the personification of “evening” here. A very creative and abstract poem this is – well done.
Thank you for your entry.
~ Nicolette
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Oooo. Interesting twist with the whole forge line. The ending wrapped up perfectly. I liked, of course.
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