Craftsmen hawk their wares
on creased corners of corpses' siesta:
memories bent from steel
with a stranger's pair of pliers.
Booksellers blend into background pains,
staining second-hand stories
in pretense's rehearsed parade
as inked-in fluid-forms
storm mind with scribbled deceits
and unrecognizable ruins
reminisce of lifetimes never lived,
blinking fair lashes of pink-rimmed lies.
Author notes
4. Borrowed Tombstones.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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extremely well written from you. congratulations on the bronze trophy that you have earned. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest
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