cold, floating on the edge of ice
a few degrees above a storm
courting the sleeplessness, inherent in me
the melancholy as i fall
covers the silence of the sound-bite
and i wander into my own thoughts
a riddle to my existence
a dark journey
as i fall into past-tense
A contest entry
- a bird falls into the sea by hilly.
1000 points, ended July 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So deep a melancholy ...
executed in accordance to the prompt; good personification here, and also sorrow-filled and alliterative in the lingering s-sounds.
Haunting poem.
Blessed be.
Myra
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thank you
u flatter my writing .. nice use of words to dae it tho .. i had to look at least one of them up
.. seriously tho thank you
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