Chained into bondage
as stretched limbs extend,
molded into perfection.
Spellbound performances hypnotize,
whirling, spinning, twisting, turning,
gentle movements in sequence.
Delicate scents of lavender;
an outward subtle beauty
separated by internal divide.
Tormented thoughts entwined,
rotating, slowly winding down...
hopes of release, wither and fade.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 19 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended September 18, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love the feeling of despair here, so many hopes end this way. Great take on the picture! Thanks for entering and good luck
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This read to me as a desire to be free from whatever is holding her back... her longing to dance and enjoy life, yet inner torment causes those brief moments to be crushed.
Excellent take!
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