Stand quietly,
so that when your breath
meets the warm freeze
and scrubs the stars to orange and green,
you may hear the tepid POP of solitude echo in your ear,
and blanket your insides-
which stand so precariously
still.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by feetus.
450 points, ended October 24, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Interesting take on the prompt!
"tepid POP of solitude echo in your ear"
What a clever line
Thanks for entering & g'luck



