Magnetic hands conjure the gift of foresight,
intesifing energies as currents travel,
through her fingertips.
A cyclonic mind filled with thruth's,
sieving out of closed lips,
better left untold,
pieces of her soul crumble, silently.
Author notes
http://asaenath.deviantart.com/art/Prophecy-103724134
A contest entry
- 10/35/40 Quickie! by Sweet Impatience.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Superb take on the prompt, has a bit of a sad air surrounding it. Should the end of line four read truth tho? Awesome write, congrats on the HM
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WOW Samantha. This is a stunner. What a beauty. I loved this write, so short yet so beautiful. Congratulations on the HM!
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Congratulations on the HM. This is just so beautiful. A stunning piece indeed! I love the words you've used.
Much love
Ylova
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It's short but beautiful!
I love it!
Bravo mama! Bravo!
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WOW! the imagery within this piece is outstanding. I love this poem so much. I like the last 4 lines the most.
Excellent take on the prompt.
good luck
kat
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