You're the only thing
I've ever felt
within my fingertips.
You're
the cleanest quiet
I know.
I cannot tug too tightly,
or this might end up
too saturated.
But you're terribly wrong
about it.
It's too late
to untangle
the tethers of your person
from the strings
of my being.
I know I've lost all sight
of you,
of me,
along the way;
completely
blinded by us.
Author notes
Casual
Tidal waves
rip right through me
A contest entry
- You by Demington.
850 points, ended September 3, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
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This poem has a very complimentary ethereal quality to it. I like both that and the ambiguity of the way you speak of love without ever actually using the word.
Not an easy task.
I like.
Blessing,
C
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Thank you!!!
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Wow! This is a poignant love piece, splendid! Great job!
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Thank you very much.
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the ending really puts it into light.
"It's too late
to untangle
the tethers of your person
from the strings
of my being."
Stunning.
I know this feeling, I had it once. .. but not anymore.
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Thank you very much!
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