I stand upon my souls shrouded eve
drinking in the sight of sundered dreams
lying upon a fragmented earth,
breathing in shallow gasps.
The moon sings me her sweetest songs
and I turn a deaf ear to her plea,
her tears drip a monotony
of chinese water torture upon my heart.
I sleep secure in the grasp
of fractured memories and thoughts,
they caress my mind with cold hands
and I drift in their shattered winds.
Author notes
artist: Moon Of The Night II by manips-of-artist2
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 1 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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flawless flow
This is very deep, I like your choice of words and metaphors that flow flawlessly seemingly to create emotional imagery
well done
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A sad undertone to this poem... yet down with eloquence! Love some of the phrasing in this! Excellent take on the picture, thanks
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Luck,
you offering does wonder to the prompt given. as usual your vocabulary usage is spectacular, and the flow is smooth.
Niaish for sharing
Hawk
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