When winter came my voice
collapsed like a lung.
There are no words for this,
but it mutters in music,
mauling my arteries
in steady 3/4 time.
Water is gripping itself into ice,
and sycamore seeds circle,
frost-starred.
I can’t identify the baseline,
the real rhythm behind this,
but it is beautiful –
if only in the way of light on tears,
or the intricate muscle movements
of the hands that wring it away.
Author notes
Prompts:
Song: 'My Favourite Mistake' - Sheryl Crow
Picture: http://gippssi.deviantart.com/art/Music-12798784
Colour: White
Quote: But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint like a heart beat and pure love, why some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
A contest entry
- 5 Prompts Per Poet :] *Challenge* by innocence jaded.xx.
1050 points, ended October 27, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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mauling my arteries
in steady 3/4 time.
^ I like that, a lot.
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I meant I will read every poem you post, I am sure of that...after reading these ones...i really like your stuff=)
The first comment on this one wasn't worded very well....lol -
I won't be missing any of your poems, I can tell you that right now=)
I really, really, love this...the last stanza, the imagery, emotion, excellent..
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Song: My Favorite Mistake by Sheryl Crow
Picture: on deviantart.com, look up "music" & pick a picture within the first two pages
Title: [The] Musical Beats To My Heart.
Color: White.
Quote: But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint like a heart beat and pure love, why some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
Good luck
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