We are lingering collective echoes
and the repetative capture of moment.
As such, we are washed out
and revealed in a new {shining} time.
Blurring greys and blistered whites;
revealed in our true essence.
Lies subside willingly
beneath the crushing evidence of truth.
Brilliantly colored lying tales,
that once did so utterly vivify
our very core existance,
are now hollowed memories left unspoken.
For the very thought of truth...
Cannot escape aloud into the air.
Author notes
Prompt -> Black and White Photographs.
I've always found B&W pictures to be something beautiful and elegant. They reveal so much that color photos do not. I hope I did them justice.
Oh yes... And I wrote this in the middle of a classroom.
A contest entry
- A Different Kind Of Quickie (PIF) by protostar.
480 points, ended June 15, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• 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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and the repetative capture of moment.
--> it's spelt *repetitive*
I really like that picture! And your words are great too, but don't you think this would've been just so much more beautiful and elegant if it was dirty pretty?
Thanks for this magnificent entry.
Keira
-- Liloven
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