the planets swoon
in our presence;
his wrinkles, deep craters
in the face that only matter
to everyone else.
we have washed away
the puppy love
like the sticky residue
hanging onto jars
of coagulated honey.
there was once a time
when my skin sunk
like rotting fruit in the heat,
draped itself over my bones -
& the sounds of palms
scraping against each other
melted the aches
in our wilting lungs.
Author notes
urgh... okay... not my best by far. but today when i was in town i saw this old couple walking down the street holding hands... and i had to write about it.
DQ if you'd like... hah, I probably would in your position.
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A contest entry
- PIF Lucky Dip by catalyst..
650 points, ended December 1, 2008, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
kind but constructive criticism please.
Comments
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we have washed away
the puppy love
like the sticky residue
hanging onto jars
of coagulated honey.
I loved this stanza
the imagery in this was outstanding and I really could relate too this. Great write
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Black and White Photographs
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Ugh, I'm sorry this is taking so long... I've got it started though and will try to finish by tonight or tomorrow.
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Ooooh, I love it!! I'll get started on it tonight!!!
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