he spoke in italics
giving grating words
a softer pain
as I watched april showers
turn to brimstone
letting fire seep into bone
and burn away the child in me
he danced with an abandon
that brought me to my knees –
his smile said he knew;
I’d never knelt before the kneeling...
Author notes
Hmm
A contest entry
- & all the pretty flowers in the dust ♥ by Immortal Obscurity.
400 points, ended December 4, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty would be lovely
Comments
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Holy hell, this is amazing... This contest is really going to be a tough one! I love abstraction, and the imagery here is just over the top! Well done, & thanks for entering my humble contest
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I really like the first two stanzas! great imagery and word choices...a very fresh write
I really enjoyed this piece...and wish you good luck
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First two stanzas are spot on.
Not sure about that last line, I see what you are trying to say but it just doesn't sit well.
Maybe 'needing' .. but then that changes the image.
Sorry lost for ideas
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