blink and you’ll miss
it. you’ll miss
me, fingers smoking – blow it
out, you never could
pull the trigger.
I meant too much.
There is no conceit.
I am
a falling stone, a skeleton leaf,
a fact in the desert. You are
tangled
with vines of your making,
veins of your taking,
wrapped
in the beating of my skin.
We are not
‘healthy’ –
does it matter? that
impossible constraint, stability
a blur
on a horizon delineated by mountains
we have climbed,
toxins
we have conquered, memories
I have subsumed. There
is no way
out.
Would you want one?
Author notes
Kindof the opposite. Sorry.
A contest entry
- Free Verse and Free Reign To Tell Someone To... by Dalaney.
950 points, ended November 28, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Ah. I have returned. I'm actually tired of typing now ~ so this will be short. I found this piece here and there and everywhere ~ never truly constant, as a star. However, barring that, it was still a beauty; crafted in your own personal way with that absolut awesomeness still attached.
Oh. And welcome to my favourites list.
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I really am impressed by this
entry. You have your own style
and I like how you used it - the
ending is very good. I like a zinger
Love, Lane
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