Splintered, fragments of your
touch trickle along the very
essence of me, inciting riots within
my blood, weakening my flesh.
Crumbling beneath the weight of
passion unbound, I struggle to
taste the remnants of a
honeysuckle embrace.
Our song, performed on the
most primal of instruments,
trumpets a chorus of unrequited
lust. Our band plays on.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quicki - Picture Prompt (Untitled) by Catie Sheeran.
550 points, ended December 5, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great title
love this poem. It shows your emotion and desire. much like things I have written.moonlight dance for one. I tried to show my desire and It was ok but you made me feel it. good work.....chael -
oooo....I really like the imagery in this piece! I really like the last stanza!! great take on the prompt
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Wonderful, The is well composed. Perfect I'd say, and you do well at showing and not telling, Good luck to you
~Mary O
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Thank you.
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