Ivory chiffon folds,
like her thoughts,
hang in the debris
of the night before.
Framed despair,
this sad madonna
work of art,
weeps for us
and all our broken dreams.
A contest entry
- Capture Cultivate and Captivate(series) by SoulfulBubbles.
400 points, ended December 14, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Deep and thoughtful poem here to highlight the picture prompt. I like that you've used free verse to construct this piece, and the absence of superfluous wording lends itself beautifully to the overriding bleakness.
Bravo!


