In the distance she stands masked in obscurity.
Cold gray skies and the promise of rain added to the scent.
Bellowing storms rumble the skies and quicken the heart as she wanders the blank fields alone. Her ghostly skin highlighting only the lack of light she seeks daily. And never finds.
Parentless, and alone she listlessly believes in only the company of a stuffed piece of cloth she calls 'mom'. She nurtures this soiled fabric like no one has ever nurtured her.
She seeks reckoning in dark closets, and hides under beds where the 'monsters' sleep. It's all she's ever known.
The dead weeds of the endless fields tickle her legs...
and as she looks up to the sky for answers...
...it rains.
A contest entry
- Write Me A Poem!!! How Hard Is That? by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended October 28, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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There are some great visuals displayed here, the imagery itself weaves well into the thoughts beyond the picture. Unique and intriguing in its composure, nicely done. Thank you for your entry & best wishes in the contest!
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"Parentless, and alone she listlessly believes in only the company of a stuffed piece of cloth she calls 'mom'. She nurtures this soiled fabric like no one has ever nurtured her."
-Ouch.
And your imagery is growing on me.
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Great stuff! I loved this poem. The imagery was FANTASTIC and it really drew me in as a reader.
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thank you so much
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