My gloves were once white,
An insipid white,
Free from any ardent colors.
A monochromatic white,
A dream without any inspiration.
Change, transpired, swift and abrupt,
My dream, becoming a possibility.
One woman,
One longing,
One dream
To love.
White gloves revolutionized
Into crimson,
In a cascading proposition,
From lost to found.
Color renewed by zeal,
Tumultuous no more.
© Brianna Vick
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Photo Credit: http://sarachmet.deviantart.com/art/The-Red-Gloves-71177842
I wrote this poem, to try to show the influence love has had in my life. To me, love is very hard to describe with just words, so I tried to use a giant metaphor instead. Please enjoy and feel free to comment!
A contest entry
- Tell me the story of... by kiwigirljacks.
1300 points, ended October 10, 2008, 16 entries
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This is a great poem!I love the imagery and the word choice! It is a little weird to read the first time, but I got it the second time I read it. I understand that you were trying to describe her life as being dull and worthless at first and then love made it colorful and worthwhile. Great job, and good luck in the contest
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Excellent way to describe love, its not always easy to sum up into words. But a great job here, thanks for entering and good luck
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This poem is amazing! I really love how you used a metaphor for this- it's brilliant.
Best of luck in the contest
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I like how the gloves were a metaphor for her heart and how it transitioned from dull to something thriving with colour!!
Great write!
Thanks for the entry!
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Wow
Explaining love by using a metaphor is a wonderful idea. When I read the first stanza, I thought it was a poem about a sinner; "My gloves were once white,
An insipid white," I took as a metaphor of her soul before she committed some sin. But reading on, I realized what was really meant. A great write
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