Behind stone walls
black silk swishes venom
tainting words with pillaged promises.
Shadows dance in scarlet flames;
ghosts among ruins.
Carved images celebrate
where practice begins.
How I swallow whole
your depth of being
consuming eagerly
for promises
care
and tender touches.
My realization comes with a price.
Ice forms where ripples once moved
tears solid as death
in the breath of deceit.
Author notes
Prompt: Liar (s)
Image courtesy of contest holder
A contest entry
- Liar (s) by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Fantastic.
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Thank you .
~Pamela
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Oh...I was waiting and waiting for this....simply stupendous writing!!!!!!!!!!
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and a most humbling honor of gold in your contest. I am so pleased it fit so well. Thank you. ~Pamela
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Stunning!
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venomous
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such a mood here, wonderful creation of words around the art and idea of the theme, and through all we learn and press on... wonderful...PK
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