Close your painful stitch with soul's perfection,
cloth to know the human ache of finger,
scented weight of garment's lost direction
healing hurt in humbled, silent singer.
I have wished for rose, as prick to linger,
scented heaven, breathing bleeding paper;
spilling love, dispersing fear to vapor.
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A contest entry
- Torn by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended August 20, 2008, 13 entries
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Mechanically you have written a very good Rhyme Royal. Poetic words enhance this form's beauty with such lines as
I have wished for rose, as prick to linger,
and
scented heaven, breathing bleeding paper;
Very nicely done and an almost abstract way of looking at this prompt. I enjoyed this very much. You have etched beautiful emotion and visuals into restricted format. Not easily done with form.
Thank you for such a splendid entry. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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"scented weight of garment's lost direction"
Such an effortlessly wonderful Soul you are, my dear Friend...
Good luck in Pamela's contest, Scribe.
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R~
Something about this one, drew me in tonight... What a wonderful read! I really enjoyed this one. It may be just what I needed right now! Thanks my friend!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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