Like a fair maiden waiting for rescue,
she waits on the table calling for me.
Pale dust lays in lines,
and on my heart,
calling.
Author notes
Cocaine addiction and withdraws.
25 words or less
A contest entry
- white. by iverbthenoun.
300 points, ended September 20, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Short and powerful -- well-crafted, brings understanding along with sadness...
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Ahh what an interesting interpretation of the white prompt, I had not thought along these lines. Very good. Best to you in the contest
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