Mist leaning into trees, like a lover
doing god-knows-what
in its press of tender petals
A hand, chiseling at stone
at Hopewell Rocks
under cover of fog
waiting for drop of cotton shroud
to expose its creative kiss
Steam rising from a tear
on a late fall cheek,
heralds a hard winter
I do not know
reasons for vapor’d seasons,
nor my step across a bridge
of the worst kind of longing
I only am aware of an urge
to know WHY
Author notes
Prompt - http://img.blogonline.ru/bl/posts/thumbs/66/1181799666_wall_pt3_11.jpg provided by contest-holder
A contest entry
- Spill Some Ink My Way by jasminerose.
850 points, ended July 6, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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Longing to know the "why" is something we endure daily in heart and in soul.
This piece is a treasure of vivid imagery, carrying the heart of the reader into depths of shared confusion of life and ponders yet to be.
Excellent penning from the picture prompt!
Thank you so very much for entering!!!!
Jasminerose
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This speaks to me on so many levels, my sister. We have these aches within us and at times do not know where they come from yet they linger. I just loved the flow of this.
Great job...good luck
Nor
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