Wisps of emptiness reflect,
as illuminated lace blows.
Leaves lick a chilled air,
infused with sorrowed woes.
The breeze sighs regret,
pangs of conscience seep.
Clouds of judgment form,
while guilt slowly creeps.
Natural beauty shines,
exterior painted well.
Yet beneath a perfect surface,
bitterness does excel.
Author notes
Prompt: picture
credit artist: The last beautiful girl by =Derzorvadur
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt.. Semi Quickie # 2 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended July 4, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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there is something about you poems that just i don't know, but i love it, keep it flowing and congrads on the contest, this is one of your best.
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Ahh yes, it's amazing what can be underneath the surface!! Beautiful penned piece that reflects the dark aspects of this picture so well!
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this is amazing honey,
such power in your words, its blows me away,
all my love, keep penning always,
kitty xxx
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