Cold wooden floor beneath us,
playing war games in the dark.
This storm promises to take its time
as lack of electricity draws us close.
Reading poetry from dusty books,
cigarette smoke filling this corner,
our words come out in whispers
for reasons unknown.
At some point,
we abandoned our station...
the intended destination
a warm and welcoming bed.
...the soldiers with their ranks
played music by the candlelight
as pages from the dusty book
caught fire in the night.
Author notes
Credit Picture - Romantic by:ramawka
Prompt: Pic
Notes: Sorry. I have no idea what this is or where I was intending on going when I started writing it or who I am or who you are or where I am. Someone help me.
Sorry.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Quickie by Asylaarix.
300 points, ended July 27, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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pasion and a fearless wright
loved evry word gave me a sence off life
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You are good in your write.
I wonder, yes you set the entire picture on fire. -
Brilliant write and well deserved the Gold!
Hilly
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what a cool write. I love this. truetome
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i think this came from something great within you my friend and it is a poem it goes where it goes, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Great entry! Your idea is terrific! Best in this prompt!
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LOL ... cute authors notes ... I think you did a fantastic job with this ... for not knowing where you were going with this ... you did a wonderful and beautiful job ... I think I comprehend what you are saying here anyway. LOL ... but with your authors notes, makes me wanna re-read it again lol ... No JK ... I really loved this ... thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest!
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