Secreted beneath ceramic candle holder
with tiny hinges, and ways to reopen,
are words written on a hair follicle ~
I stole this from your pillow
as you were nightmaring a new dream~
before madness sealed your mouth ~
after you ran your hands through your hair
and yanked ~
these words are gentler, curled, in fine feather ~
not those sharp-angled words being pulled to limits
and sprung to the gravelly airstrip
promising recovery ~
I have heard hair continues to grow after death ~
these words go on and on and on
even if I do not unhook the tiny clasp
Author notes
at least ten lines...got dat covered!
In a list
A contest entry
- Winner takes it All....Prompt by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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What I love most about feathers
Is the way they heal with the
Gentlest of touches
In your conversation
be at peace
You at least
knew the soul
you are talking
to
Some blow out
backs
Trying to carry
more than their share
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Ty, parenchma, for your comments. I do indeed know.
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This is so lovely.
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ty cherokee.
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Lovely poetry.
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ty, pen friend...peotry is my sustenance...it is my relief and my revelation...
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I can understand why this is a finalist. I love it. Juls
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ty fortynine, sometimes thigngs tht hurt find balm in being brushed by pen.
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Loved it...finalist to me
C
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your a golden friend, cannonsfire.....
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