The color, the life,
It's sliding away
And my empty fingers can't hold any more.
The tighter I grab,
The more this year
Keeps slipping,
Sliding away.
What an explosive way to end.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [2/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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i like the imagery. and your take on the prompt. it was well written.
the ending was also very nice.
'and my empty fingers can't hold any more' i really liked that line as well.. probably my favourite in this entire piece.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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You don't know how right you are.
Great poem, Vivian. -
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Gracias, lovely.
And yes, I have no idea how right I am.
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