Her door dead bolted
and latched
in the
soft of sorrow,
matched in mourning
nightly,
with tears
and penned thought...
For here she breathes
to release the grief,
that in sunshine
she can not.
Author notes
A contest entry for: in the dialect of doors...
Rules:
~ short, powerful poetry (preferably)
~ go for simplicity & impact
~ apply poetic devices
~ left align; plain background
~ free verse only
Picture: Courtesy of "PhotoBucket"
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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simple and soft in its sadness here, so very well done.
C
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Wow...
I can definitely relate to this feeling. Perhaps way more than I should, and especially right now. This piece kept my eyes moving down the page, anticipating the end, and you didn't let me down. Great job and keep it up!
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The picture says something, but tis creepy. Love how its really short, but it makes you think. I wish you the best of luck in this contest, for I think you might do well
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short to the point and great
i love the picture
really helps the poem alot! -
"in the soft of sorrow" - that is a beautiful line and at this time of my life I can very much associate with those words. I liked this one for its simplicity and the soft intimate voice of sadness here. Lovely poetry - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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for here she breathes
relief of grief,
that in sunlight
she can not.
I loved this poem, but especially those lines. A very good write. Well done.
Slayer
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