I wanted to grasp it
Before it escaped again
But it slipped out of my hand
Like fine sand falling through
An open palm.
So I became like Icarus;
Spreading my wings and flying after it.
But my failure was imminent; beating down
On me like the harsh sun rays.
My feathers fell off;
Each one for a forgotten memory.
Each one for a dried tear drop.
Each one for lost hope.
I fell to my impending doom,
Wallowing in my pain and sorrow.
Before I plunged into
My red sea of death,
I took a last look at his heart
Leaving me for the last time.
Author notes
I used prompt 6
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Contest.. Big Points !!! by Sweet Impatience.
1600 points, ended September 14, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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So sad and inevitable... well done, a thoughtful interpretation of the prompt!
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than you so much
xxx
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this is an excellent poem I really enjoyed it. I love the first and second stanza. Outstanding take on the prompt.
good luck in the contest
kat
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thank you so much im glad you liked it xx
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this is wonderful, but in the second line of the last stanza, do you perhaps mean "red" and not "read"?
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whoops
ya i meant 'red' hehe corrected it tho... thank you! xx
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the third stanza is really tender..makes me sigh
good job
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thank you im glad you liked.. i hope the poem suits the prompt xxx
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