Pulling threads through
tapestries
that make up half our lives;
Squares shine gold like
royalty
and squares so green
pastures over rolling hills
like seas;
squares black and slippery blue –
ink that spills across parchment
and stains like
lonely winter nights.
Streaks of red, scarred like blood
and greying drops of happy tears;
this tapestry has made up
half my life.
And what can I say, my love? One kiss,
so starry soaked in vodka,
so deathly with your venom eyes,
and it means so much more to me
than you could ever imagine.
One kiss pulls that thread,
that tapestry,
back over my head.
As if I could ever forget;
squares that write three words.
Author notes
i actually wrote this a while ago cause yeah, i believe the whole tapestry thing too. i guess i just needed this contest to enter!
option 7, btw; myself, my life and love/a relationship as a mosaic.
A contest entry
- Mosaic by Ms. Black Eyeliner.
700 points, ended September 18, 2008, 27 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow becca, i love it, it is so full of emotional imagry. god i wish i had your talent....
'squares black and slippery blue –
ink that spills across parchment
and stains like
lonely winter nights.
Streaks of red, scarred like blood'
this is my favorite part.... well done
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and now contest and poem have met lol
i love this poem i love the description tof the different squares
i adore the ending
great job
good luck in the contest
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Well developed. It has constant,rich flow with detailed imagry. It has an old, layered feeling to it. Well done. return the favor?
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