A quantity of my soul mixed with my spirit
Danced in the fear of my waking
Flouting out of its cage
To descend from rage
Spread fingers to toes
Chilled warmth creeping
Traveled in the tree branches
Looking for an affectionate rest to stay
Some eyes tell me to lie
(They ask, “Are you brave?”)
If I told you my world
Would you be afraid?
Do you feel the failing?
My own perceptive sailing…
Its one of those days…
(Where I am distant)
Picture perfect harden breath
Colors slip tenderly against my face
Passive moments make up these memories
And ill hold on to them tight…..
A contest entry
- JUST WRITE ME A POEM by Swan song.
550 points, ended July 15, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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