Tentatively the feelers unfold
fearfully creeping past the border.
Teasing their way skyward.
Caressing the depths of my soul.
Flowing forth into your shaking hands,
Eyes frame your face in the dark.
Voice cracking. Strained.
Mind fills in the gaps,
Painting both gleefull and melancholy
portraits.
Bloodshot eyes reveal the crack
A fault line in the alliance.
Distorted in the fracas
Stains wearing thin
Faded by pale lights
Subsequently
One portrait hangs solemnly
Beset by a frame of gold.
Author notes
If you've never come across my writings before, I like people to tell me what their interpretation is. It's often very different to my own which is interesting...
What do you see?
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Humm..you made me to think with the immages you have crafted here to interpret the prompt..though you did a wonderful job my friend...
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I loved this. I had to read it a few times, was compelled to!
Subsequently
One portrait hangs solemnly
Beset by a frame of gold.
This is a very powerful ending. -
Ah..what a strong immagery you craft to bring the story of your pain..well done...my thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece...my friend....
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crikey....
...dunno if it says more about my mind than about yours, but I got an image of standing against a darkened hallway wall, Juan Martin Hernandez kneeling in front of me, my frock akimbo.
Phew. Has a crazy combination of sensation and distress....really REALLY like it.
. Rewarded 6
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isn't it funny that we choose to look in the shadows
revealing something within the darkness
we'd rather not know?
well said and well done!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
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