Blue and orange surround me;
juxtaposed fates,
I spill tears like faucets
as my dead face searches for companionship.
Young hummingbird waits
alone in silence,
not yet familiar with gravity's rules.
Lost
in a world that kills for pleasure;
oblivious to prophecies of gold and treasure.
Should naivety push this fledgling forwards
a gargantuan absence of love awaits:
I will shine my light and illuminate a path,
an opaque escort to an awaiting nest.
Walk, young friend, I will not let your feet stray
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Sandygram.
650 points, ended September 7, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What an amazing take on the picture. I love the vocab use and the imagery it portrays. A pleasure to read. Thank you for entering. Best of luck. Sandy
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