I pressed your face like waves
into the sea of tangled fire
and sank into caress
upon the cradle of your heart
Our ripples stroked the stars;
the pale prints of self-reflection
where thumbnail lips cascade
unto the fleshy pools of dark
My mirage, my mirror
it can count the shades of shadow
as oil on canvas burns
color away into the night
Rocked, by distant sorrows
words that chose not to remember
as I sang so softly
beside the cradle of my heart
Author notes
[] is a gem. *F7* to []
A contest entry
- for those who have ME on their favorites by leander.
900 points, ended January 2, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Review Desired
Comments
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Definitely love this one!
Thanks for entering,
Leander -
wow... very nice... soft and lulling, and gripping at the same time
♥
whisper
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I loved this. There were so many rich phrases .. and the beat wasso dam good that the whol thing just flew past me on the first read.
excellent!
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pure genius not joking.
Your words make me happy!
They are always so perfect and well chosen.
I aspire to write like you
Kat ~♥~
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This was gorgeous. Fantastic imagery, everything precise and poignant.
I loved it.
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I loved every line but your last stanza was flawless. Beautifully woven words.
Best wishes in the contest.
Love Margaret
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"as oil on canvas burns"
Nice.
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It's a gem...
Nice.
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