Hidden in mystic lyrics upon a butterflies wing
she sings out creating a melody
of haunting proportions.
Her audience flies patterns of elegance
across the night while writing words
of scorned dreams upon the beaming moon
a testament of failures, goals not reached.
Painting beauty upon every octave released.
she frees herself from the darkness
and unlocks her soul before it withers
upon the last note..
she sings out creating a melody
of haunting proportions.
Her audience flies patterns of elegance
across the night while writing words
of scorned dreams upon the beaming moon
a testament of failures, goals not reached.
Painting beauty upon every octave released.
she frees herself from the darkness
and unlocks her soul before it withers
upon the last note..
Author notes
Maldicion_Divina_by_medusa04@deviantart.com
Ok this really shows that my muse has died..lol.. But I tried!
Anyway.. AP- sister..
In a list
A contest entry
- Family Matters-pic prompt by Shadow Lynx.
900 points, ended September 21, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I can't understand why you think your muse is dead. This is really good. It is sad in a way. At least to me. Good luck in the contest. ~~Iridessa MoonFlower~~


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wow...a beautiful write with vivid imagery...a perfect write for the prompt.
Nevadapoet

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Oooooo I love that picture and your poem definately does it justice. this is simply beautifully in a kind of sad and haunting way. best of luck Jet!!!


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your last line ... you just perfectly defined music, and created a metaphore of the butterfly, otherwise known as resurrection ...
i am so glad I made you a favorite
threeturtlesealof


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oh! that is wonderful! You told a beautiful story about a beautiful picture! *hugs*

SJ

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I tried.. my muse wouldn't move for this write..But I loved the picture too much to let it slip by.. Thanks for your kind comment! I'm glad you liked it! *hugs*
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this is pretty awesome, nicely done and good luck
take care
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Pfft...nothing has left you you silly sissy!
this was just lovely
C


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Thanks sissy.. I tried.
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I think your muse is alive and kicking!
Melodies of haunting proportions, i so love this opening stanza, it created a warm dark feel to the picture from the off, and slowly melted into the release of her soul. The last line, the last note and freedom, cleverly done, thank you for entering my new Sister


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I thought it was good.

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Lol.. thanks
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Kick-ass pic...lemme know when it's done


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Thank you.. It's done now.. but it sucks..lol. my muse has finally died..
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I know that feeling, it can be more depressing than being depressed.
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Great advice..Lol.
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