there was a privacy about him
and he wore his breath
upon a silk shirt sleeve
cuff linked to the back of my spine
where I felt him
in a secret corner of my life ~
and he quietly pirouetted
across worn linoleum
in black leather shoes
that hushed my voice completely
I found him
in November sheets
that I created
out of sin
and stole him into...
A contest entry
- Portrait Poetry - Male by Polaja.
1750 points, ended December 16, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for entering my contest with this poem
this is a brilliant poem - I really like the imagery of this poem (especially the november sheets) - nicely done!
Keep writing
Polly
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I think I would like some of Mr Daniel in my life, just kidding Mr Craig is doing just fine for me
Love this and it's little hint of smile. Best to you in the contest
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What a way with words you have. I just want to sit and read more. This poem had so much in it. Wore his breath on a silk shirtsleeve cufflinked to the back of my spine. Fantastic.
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absolutely breathtaking poetry!
I love this - the imagery, the flow,
the superb ending. Bravo!
Love, Lane
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Oh, so this is where my cousin Daniel went...I always wondered lol.
Serious tho I did have a cousin Daniel.
End part gives me chills, and I can see everything happening as I read this.
Awesome job as always and the best of luck in the contest!
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