swirling gossamer wind extends
into the sterile enticing air
of come to me
tangled in taunting ornamentation
the barren lie of nostrings attached
asks
how can this be
each passing heart, a memory’s song
held quiet in a lamp lighting
all the wrong choices
Author notes
credit artist: Last Beautiful Girl by Derzorvadur
http://derzorvadur.deviantart.com/art/Last-beautiful-girl-85777962
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt.. Semi Quickie # 2 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended July 4, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully written! Love that ending especially.. I can really relate to this! Thanks you for the entry!


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Stunning, love how you've closed this. A gorgeous piece, good luck



