A memory of yesterday
treasured in
licking wounds
dying of a few
so many sighs deluded vacuum
crying to the moon
floating my prayers bleak
as wolves in pack
without love toneless
anybody to wants my
eternal days insolent
pitiful mounds
nights in open fields
solitudes spinning
in dusty zephyr.
Author notes
Prompt:Treasure
50 words
A contest entry
- Shall I Try Again? by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended November 27, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
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"dusty zephyr".. my god, this is a beautiful write.
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I always classed treasure as something I loved or loved me or I found to be beautiful,
Your poem is so sad and cold and full cold emotion. Excellent write just how it made me feel.
good luck in the contest
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A very sad piece here. Wonderful word usage and imagery. Thank you so much for your contest
gaylene
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