It was an abrupt
conversation
of papers and lawyers
and kids and property
And it left me
white as shit
chalked marble in Central Park
where pigeons make love on the tattered caps
of fallen toy soldiers,
robbed of youth
and made to stand
forever
Forever yearning to go back
to when promises were nuzzled
into welcoming flesh
and life was good.
A contest entry
- white by Cat.
2200 points, ended December 9, 2008, 23 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
it's past midnight... why are my kids still up??!!!
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"And it left me
white as shit
chalked marble in Central Park
where pigeons make love on the tattered caps"
I've seen this picture at Public Square here in Cleveland, and I've felt the same sickly "white". Wondrous imagery written here poet. Very worthy of the merit received. Yes!
Congratulations!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Congratulations... this is fantastic.
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Congratulations! Easy to see why this placed. Excellent.
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And it left me
white as shit
chalked marble in Central Park
where pigeons make love on the tattered caps
of fallen toy soldiers,
robbed of youth
and made to stand
forever
I had to come back....
because this section... is amazing
i couldnt help but think of when i visited my dearest friend patrick in arlington
and your reference to chalked marble... in central park...
anyway.. i just had to come back and say some more.
*exiting stage left now* -
damn kids
love this.
but you know i am a fan already--- this type of poem just explains why
love the double entendre of the final stanza
love it
m
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How did you even make it to midnight? Is it New Year's Eve already?
As long as you can keep your promise up, it can still be nuzzled into something, welcoming or not, flesh or not, etc. You might be able to find a toy soldier in the don't ask, don't tell section of the toy store.
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I blame the kids
giggling and screeching, throwing drumsticks at each other in the dark. Strange lot them...
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oh how divorce winds its ghastly rope around my neck
the middle stanza in this is incredibly unique in thought... the feeling i was left with at 'stand forever' was strong and well done without telling me-- you showed me this feeling which can be so difficult to do.
I loved the word nuzzled in the last stanza.... after all the blanched prior moments - the memory of warmth and comfort... reminds me that someday it will be there again...like once we get to a place of no warmth it is lost forever..
great take on the prompt. Thank you for this great entry in our contest
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Very creative analogy, very descriptive. Lots of emotion in contrast to the coldness described. Well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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