hiding in the corners
of yawns and sighs.
Tiptoeing along the
edge of rational breaths,
(sub )consciously wanting
to slip;
to create.
Monologue of borders;
breached and betrayed
by minds swept over
into what if
the green was red...
Author notes
I'd love to be able to explain myself here...but I can't.
In a list
A contest entry
- Imagine The Green Is Red by polly filla.
700 points, ended December 9, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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guardian spirits?
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I love it.
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This is fantastic... I thought it was a really cool take on the prompt. Very interesting piece and good luck!
♣ Tegan
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What is not, IS, for a moment at least, tempting to move to another mode of operating. Restraint can be a devil, like a heaving chest, aching to break free from a shirt that is too small, or a flexed muscle, ripping fabric. Freedom calls. Very effective write.
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