We skate
all along
the edge
tempting
this evening garden
of fragile ice
and concrete pond;
you have sifted
through the dust
of my hidden tomb;
found the ghosts
in the trees
are skeletons
beyond the gate
and still
you dance with me.
Turning
with eyes held
in misty breath
as though
you have found
some promise
lingering
among the wreckage
of my soul;
some hope
warming
the wind etched
whispers
of yesterday
with tomorrow.
Author notes
Prompt:
"The trees are skeletons beyond the gate. . . "
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image by Katherine Dinger, the name of it is speedsnow2
A contest entry
- "the trees are skeletons beyond the gate. . ." by JinSays.
937 points, ended November 7, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An excellent peice and well deserved gold
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if you could only see the expression on my face right now. . .my jaw will be bruised from dropping so hard.
THANK you for this INCREDIBLE entry, and I wish you the best always,
jin -
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I am glad you liked my use off your prompt,
thanks for an awesome prompt and the shiny thing 
Ken
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some hope
warming
the wind etched
whispers
of yesterday
with tomorrow.
These lines speak of life and living. Care and trust when hope truly shows a bit of light when all was thought to be lost.
Excellent. ~Pam
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Wow! the prompt is startling and so is the poem with it's images of hard cold things, but a sense of love pervades in the intimacy of dance and picking up the pieces.
"turning with eyes held in misty breath" like seeing in whispers one doesn't dare to speak....
Evocative as tears!
Karen
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