Heritage etched deep within her young face,
lines of pain & endurance,
tracing trails of mystery.
Waiting, a celebration of life choices.
Leaves of autumn adorn her hair;
as ceremonial garbs of warm comforting colors,
grace her small, but weathered frame.
Tears stream from her eyes,
leaving reminders;
as they intermingle with dust,
momentarily becoming united.
Her heart missing piece taken by those who toy with her,
casting her aside.
Gathering strength from comforting spirits of nature,
continuing to exist.
A soul past over by man,
her beauty a shell of what once was,
a journey deep with her inner being of continuance.
Author notes
** credit zwn @ flickr
Option # 1
A contest entry
- #23 OPTIONS CONTEST (: by Walk-Free.
600 points, ended October 26, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow. Th is is incredible. Congratulations on the Silver. I loved your take on the picture. Keep it flowing.
Much love
Ylova
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Congrats on the silver!
A beautiful take on the picture! You really dug deep and gave her life. Such wonderful, tho sad, imagery. Excellent read, congrats on the silver
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Thank you hun
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Your welcome
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"tracing trails of mystery.
Waiting, a celebration of life choices"
this had such an intriguing beginning. you went straight on about why she looked that way and you did great.
i love this
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