I have seen how I dangle
like some forgotten tinsel,
just occasionally catching light
when you remember me,
(or when I recall myself)
Yet still with each thought extracted
my g(u)ilt tarnishes,
and I am a little less,
just another mote
in the mainstream of (y)our regrets.
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Egregor by KKL @ deviantart.
A contest entry
- Prompted. [and I keep running away from you] by Never Fall in Love.
400 points, ended December 9, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i dont like the brackets at all.
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Whoa, Col, my CD just flipped to Aarron Neville and Tell it Like it Is...love it...like the wordplay in brackets...not so keen on mote...that's a personal rope-swing...I would have used moat...doesn't make my thought right 'tis just a pure pleasure to pour a stream of babble-on in your brook...beware emotional vampires even if they dress in festive fayre...but accept chicken broth from nurses with warm hearts even if not dressed in hip-bone skimming latex...take your lem-sip like a man lol
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