Agonizing pain of memories
as tarnished brass.
Faded love's haunting ghost
clinging to heart so.
Longingly recalled taste,
kisses sweet, followed of
playful laughters' echoes.
Warm caresses, since cold,
held now in lonely silence.
Scented treasures tease
the mind of what once before.
Cruel console to a hearts' void.
Author notes
Credit: The Brass Bed ~ By: Amit3
Open to 20 Poets
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and there should be NO NEED TO RESERVE, the contest will run until
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HM'S Are awarded at my discretion... See ya, cia
A contest entry
- The Brass Bed ~ Image Prompted by Ithica.
825 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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It appears we have ALL experienced that "creul console" of fading memories and a broken heart... A riveting write... Thank you!
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Thank you for the chance to think and the HM
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Great take on the prompt my friend. Love the pic, but my muse isn't cooperating. Best of luck to you!
Linda
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Thank you for your time in reading and commenting....
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