cold is a woman
with supermodel beauty
no one understands
she becomes my body --
sitting in brittle bones like they never were a frame
(she is my rock)
sliding off my tongue in early morning conversations
(she is my words)
running water falls
over rocks,
emotions crash;
but cold
lives in my heart --
when her fingers run along the surface
she devours blood cells
leaving skin blue
and tears frozen,
they could never be
now in winter
I melt snowflakes before they hit the ground
to change the world I know
Author notes
blah. it sucks.
A contest entry
- burn beneath the moon by Pamela A Lamppa.
1000 points, ended November 26, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
Comments
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"slidding" sliding?
An interesting perspective to this prompt. I like it. "cold lives in my heart
when her fingers run along the surface"
Just a frosted touch, with the cool blue moon - melting melting melting.
I get many pictures from this piece - and all eerily good.
Thank you for this food for thought poem. Very creative!
~Pamela
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w/e this far from suxxs, dont bash your work, bash mine.lol. but like wow...love alot of the metaphors..especially she devours blood cells, thats wicked
goodluck and take care
Stephanie ♥
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Excellent
Very well expressed. A great creation. So very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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i will admit that is kind of weird, but i don't think this sucks, it kind of reads like a Bond movie opening scene but in word form, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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how the hell did you type bold letters?
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