feathers lie motionless
unable to fly
beneath taunting claws
that pluck each,
one by one,
until nerve endings
shudder one last time.
clinging threads stiffen,
as winter seeps,
your name and touch
now a requiem
of silence.
Author notes
Prompt::
"dead visions in your name
dead fingers in my veins"
- Slipknot [Dead Memories]
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt Inspired - Under 50 Words by Exodus.
700 points, ended November 26, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ohh, feathered motion loses its motion here, such a shame but while we are here, i'll get the bread out, we can have a butty. a good poem.
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your name and touch
now a requiem
of silence.
Congratulations on the Silver for this amazing poem. You can say so much in so few words.
Love Margaret
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It's so raw i can't even look and yet i can't take my eyes off the
images you've painted here.
everyday somebody here amazes me with what they can do with words. today it's you.
this is beyond brilliant.
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A slap in the face of the very best kind. Your use of language is always extraordinary but this was beyond what I could ever expect. Thank you!
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Love the poem Aries
The Poem brings images of beautiful things
their 'spirit' gone just the shell of what once
existed.It also can apply to the loved ones we lost
(the last your name&touch,I thought of my dead son)
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100th hoodwink
Your poem is descriptive. Way to think outside the box. Good luck to you in the contest and much success in your future writes.
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