Since you've left I have become white space
The emptiness of a blank page without the lines
The absence of letters to language my form.
A universe of words should exist at my fingertips,
But with the icicles of words left unsaid
The white noise lingers in me.
Painting a picture without words,
I drift with broken hue of colours with no
Water substance to feed them,
I revert to being a pencil sketch without definition.
A contest entry
- We need men (and women) who can dream of things that never were. by writetheway.
400 points, ended November 2, 2009, 29 entries
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Comments
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Very nice! Careful with the grammar ("an emptiness of" should be "the emptiness of") and word choice (do you mean "hue" or "wheel" of colours?). I love the last line, "I revert to being a pencil sketch without definition."
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Thank you for your comments and the contest!
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hmmm. very powerful piece here. there is so very much said, but with so few words. i've felt this way before, but never knwe quite how to say it... but you, you say and express it quite powerfully! kudos, my friend!
blessings and *stomps
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