A cold shower of thought
upon a wintered mind,
where forgiveness huddles
in the womb where Charity was born.
Open arms and open anima
create a prison for resolve.
You rained on my parade,
and I only reigned as queen of servitude.
Sighs rebound and die
and I am baptised anew
in the light of a brave new dawn.
Author notes
pic / trapped by manips-of-artist2
In a list
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 25 by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended November 18, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful
congrats on the silver
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I'm blown away that this author could read so much into and from the image prompt. It fairly boils in descriptions. Nicely done
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Love the strength at the end there! A brave new dawn, no longer servitude to one who will only rain on her parade! Excellent write!
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I do like the opening to this, some wonderful imagery portrayed. Superbly penned piece, thanks for entering and good luck
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This ending~
Sighs rebound and die
and I am baptised anew
in the light of a brave new dawn~~
Is awesome.
Joe
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