Visions of merriment
flicker about.
These tools of light
ease my pain.
My butterscotch plums
they cling to me
teasing my
intellectual palate.
Her frostbitten words
chill my heart
halting it's beat
her deception
intensifies my pain.
My butterscotch plums
they cling to me
teasing my
intellectual palate.
My plums will
always replenish
themselves
even if someone
gobbles them up.
A contest entry
- Sticky by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Show us how odd you are! by Noir mariposa...x.
1750 points, ended March 17, 30 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well done. A great take on the prompt. best of luck in the contest.


