his embrace was like ice, beautiful.
every caress unique like the snowflakes, but
so cold as it melted into her memory...
winter is her favorite season.
at midnight she looks up at the sepia-colored sky
and wonders what happened to all of the stars.
Author notes
prompt: ice
A contest entry
- his tears fall like snakes down his cheeks. by stylization.
625 points, ended November 26, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very Nice!
I see why you won a trophy for this very good, short poem! This one's so descriptive and image filled! It has good rhythm and reads very well! Great work, my friend!
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Congratulations! Very beautiful scene you've created here.
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Sepia isn't a color I usually associate with winter, but I now see how it can be done and I love the way you portrayed it. You have beautiful imagery and a great take on the prompt. Thanks so much for entering and best of luck!
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I got sepia from a memory of mine from two years ago. It was midnight, and it was snowing outside, and my window had no shades drawn over it so light flooded into my room and across my bed. I crept out of bed (I was 11 at the time) and looked out the window. It was beautiful... the entire sky was bright and sepia colored, and everything was covered in white snow.
Thank you so much for the bronze!
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