Sensations are washing her
as hollowed hands drop into hardship's bowl
and faith runs fast from slower skin
and coldness clutches to wake her flesh.
Hurt hurries silently across her back
as sadness drips down spine into dark shadows...
she greedily gulps acceptance
as sorrow slips from pale walls of soul
and a fog of thickened fears
jeer in throat's tingles of reluctance.
Author notes
6. Another one you swallow without a blow torch.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 19, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Great Job on this piece...I loved all of these images in this piece
she greedily gulps acceptance
as sorrow slips from pale walls of soul
and a fog of thickened fears
jeer in throat's tingles of reluctanceVery clever and creative
Nevadapoet
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Hmm.. A rather dark write, methinks. Yet I was intrigued by it, I must admit. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest
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Your poems usually end up leaving me nearly speechless...
So sorry if you like detailed reviews...This one is just...I can't describe how amazing it is...
Well done, again.
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this is really well done.
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Thankyou
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