Faith swung on rusty hinges
Moan as creak
light pried pink fingers
off dark lid of my heart
In a list
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Amazing how it is our own fingers that keep our heart closed off... but faith is strong enough, even then.
Such voice, as always, doll.
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so true..... we are the gatekeepers!
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I missed this
Smacks myself lol Brevity at its best dear poet 
C
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<---puts bandaide on her smack and says, "doncha do dat agin!"
and ty.
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"Moan as creak"
Ooohhh...
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new one...lol....getting hard to come up with something new after allt hese poems. ty gf.
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Only you have the ability to say so much in so few words, Carol. Wonderfully succinct writing without losing anything in poetic quality and impact. Thank you for sharing the poetry of your fingers with us.
~ Nicolette
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ty for the challenge and the reason to write this.
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you sing...
i dance
mal
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you dance, and I will sing forever.
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ty
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this poem has simple spare language, keys that open a door to the feelings...remarkable...PK
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ty pk,
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ty, Levon, for stopping by to visit.
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Wonderful and yet so sad !!!
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sometimes we just have to acknowledge that we hld the key to that door.
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this is amazing!
so much crammed into so little!
o_0
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ty so much for stopping by and commenting.
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