The night falls
into the wake of my skin ~
brushing scented cheeks
that blossom in the cup of his hands.
Author notes
Prompt... rose
A contest entry
- Colors Quickie by Little Feather.
500 points, ended July 2, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I absolutly adore the imagery within this piece and the colour that you have managed to eave within your words. it is clever and grasping. a wonderful write well done
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Thank you for your entry
hmm, nice, I can detect the color in the blossom and the hint of it at the word cheeks. I really like this first to lines 'the night falls into the wake of my skin' Makes me think of a person waking up and then the next two lines I see a lover brushing his/her hand across their cheek. Nicely done, a lot to this.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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This is really gentle and beautiful..All the best in the contest!
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I really liked this it was sweet and the flow was great!
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This is really interesting for a write about a rose.
"in the cup of his hands"
Nice, although with some seriously sexual metaphors here if I'm not wrong...LoL -
Yep!
Someday I hope to get you. Today, I'll just enjoy your a pretty piece
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