the days numbered into oblivion
her wailing continued;
how soft her hands
as church-steeples
painted in muted tones
and deaf-hues -
the patterns quicken
their pace on the shorn wall
smudged in black-olive,
shinbone ankle,
biceps
numbed breast in cold winter air;
hard cushions poke her awake,
raped-thin figure
she sings loneliness
naked and bleeding in flesh
wandering,
wondering...
where tomorrow ends
Author notes
Amaranthine Lover
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie: Picture Prompt: 30-60 words. by chilali.
550 points, ended December 14, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great imagery. I love the word choice. Thank you for your entry and good luck
Much love
Ylova
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