I put you to bed,
tucked in bottom and sides
to hold you
but your bones moldered
woke me from my dreams
and schemes
to keep you
more a fire than a flash
Turin stains
brown on brown;
just a matter of monochrome
painting above your bed
of hell’s gnashing gnomes
or politicians, or prophets,
or popes
I can not burn this fast enough,
smoke rose above leaves
before the sheet covered your face
from me
I am alone with ashes
faltering Fall sun
still makes me wince
Author notes
Prompt - wince
A contest entry
- Quickie - Word Prompt - Wince by ml12.
500 points, ended November 27, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You know that this word is almost a pinch to inflicted pain yet when I read your words I feel it but I don't have to feel sadness with it, it's something only you can do
C
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This was a lovely poem A lovely read and a showcase of your talent
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I liked the complexity of this piece and the touch of elusiveness when it comes to its meaning. I think that you have structured this well to impact on the flow and overall this was a pleasurable read. Cheers
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Sounds painful. Excellent take on the word wince.
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Wow... so complex, layer upon layer... so many fantastic images, so many directions that this takes you... This is pure gold...
Ken
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OOOoooooooooooo!!
Quite an astonishing write... line upon line that reminds me of a mystery wanting to be solved. Fine writing, cleverness and smart! 
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