She walks like a waitress
In her pumps and apron plaid
In the diner of delusion
And the dreams she never had
As she puts in every order
And neglects to check the floor
She's not finding her true calling
Even as he holds the door
Stuck inside her rut, she's lost her trust in dreams
It's a vauge guess, but, heartbreak's what it seems.
Author notes
4. Sighing over spill milk in the heart
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A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended September 22, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great rhymes and the meter is wonderful.
An excellent vignette.
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This is an awesome take on the prompt. I love the imagery in your poem. It flows as smooth as.... spilled milk. Congrats on your HM.
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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This is my favorite I understood all the words =) and it is wonderful freewrite. The underlying singsong it is suppose to have plus the whole verse just gets me I love it.
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I think you did a great take on the promt and could feel the emotions in your poem good luck in the contest
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