Seldom do words
spoken with conviction
create felicity within our hearts;
catching daggers flying
through our stomachs
rather than those gentle butterflies...
Whispered promises heard
softly, yet less often
than a scream-
has the beauty of language
become unknowingly deceased?
Elegance in our tongue
dripped down to empty canteens;
like waterfalls slow to
guzzle from rivers dried and cracked.
We consume hatred for its simplicity
Author notes
"when all we look for
is a kind word
and all we catch
is a stab to the heart..."
Grey Mouser
A contest entry
- Contest PIF/Quote Inspired by Grey Mouser.
1750 points, ended August 28, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love him ♥
Comments
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Great imagery fills the write and takes the barbs of harm deeply into the soul with ease, because the hardest paths are the ones we most often seek to avoid. WEll done and many thanks for entering this powerful piece into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Your talent shines brightly as you spill your words across the page here. This is a wonderful piece. Good luck to you in the contest!
♥ Touchof1der
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