Desires nurtured
since birthday of memory,
a comrade through sunsets,
long lonely moonlit yawns.
Wrinkling under cocoons of mistrust,
Gossamer of wings
perforated by misunderstanding,
a souvenir of heart
till my last breath.
Author notes
Day Monday
Vintage--prompt
Crimsondew
A contest entry
- siete. ~ (pif) by notorious.
1246 points, ended November 12, 2008, 14 entries
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Wow!! This is an amazing write. Keep up the great writing!
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Thanks a lot dear...hope all is well with you
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Wow such an amazing poem your words speak to me the imagery of thought outstanding
I love your thoughts
best wishes Julie
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Thanks a lot dear
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"birthday of memory" That sounds so positive but then the wrinkled cocoons and the perforated misunderstanding are kind of negative. It's a combination of both. Like life? Just a guess.
jjj
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Yup..just like life, it offers stuff which go against our plans often...perhaps all for the better, but the momentary confusion and pain still prevades....
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Love this! Some wonderful descriptions and imagery here!
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Thanks dear sis..I am glad you enjoy it!
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