Fog smudges the cold air,
that's wrapped around every inch,
of the world.
Tall dark trees loom through the mist,
like ghosts created in this world,
the wrong hue of color.
My boots rustle the once untouched,
frozen dead leaves,
that glint from an unknow source of light,
making them look silver.
Slowly I spread my hands,
and my fingertips carress,
the icey stone tops of gravestones,
until I reach the one I'm seeking.
Carefully I kneel,
placing a crmson rose to the frosted ground.
I whisper to the rose by the grave.
No matter what they are telling you,
you aren't alone.
Leaving I glance back towards her grave,
and the rose is the brightest object,
in the monotone atmosphere,
and I know she heard me.
Author notes
Option: 7. http://media.photobucket.com/image/graveyard/xx_bloody_roses_xx/graveyard__by_candyflesh.jpg?o=38
Username: Hope Angel
A contest entry
- Crazy Random Happinstance by peregrin.
1000 points, ended December 7, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Carefully I kneel,
placing a crmson rose to the frosted ground.
I whisper to the rose by the grave.
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really good, couple spelling errors here and there, but good write.
Thank you for your entry.
=)
Gwen
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Hello silly, I can keep this reserved for a bit longer, but please get on this write as soon as possible.
Thank you,
Gwen -
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Sorry, I got busy with other things and didn't get a chance to post it. I'ts up now.
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