He waited on the porch like a gentle torpedo
wringing moonlit fingers,
the flint to my empty fireplace
as I knelt into a corner
and etched myself into the wallpaper,
hoping to bleed through
and just once..
invite him in.
Author notes
he calls..
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whoa. *shivers* This is terrifically eerie and dark and I like it! Very good, poet.
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mmm verry good best of luck in the contest
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powerful
powerful write and very strong imagery! well done. i totally love this... amazing.
very talented piece in so few words.,
blessings 8stomps
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An eerie kind of darkness to this one but the imagery is vivid. I hope I never find this door
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I see from Levon's comment that he thought your poem and his to be "brothers of sorts". I too was thinking that when I started reading this one! I liked this... there is something alluring about it, a strange darkness that needs a spark.... A wonderful take on the contest theme and a very authentic voice here. Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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thrilling
the connection is awesome, had not read you poem before writing mine, they are brothers of sorts, eh? the flint to an empty fireplace, ay, sparks fly!
delighted
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