Inhaling moonlight
I sit underneath a bridge
my angel is at my shoulder,
when she breathes, wind
stops, cold and bare.
Spiders walk amongst shadows
and dust, making the bridge
shiver, and frost blue eyes
reminds me of quieter days.
Exhaling charcoal
from cigarettes lighted a
lost path, a wasteland for
just my angel and me, her
smile seemed to say, lust
for blood and yearning for
more than just a pretty face,
darling, isn't for you.
My hands, they drip colors
of antiques in silver light,
making the bridge a photograph,
and shadows reminds me
of darker days.
Author notes
Prompt: The Moon
A contest entry
- The Moon by Dragonbabyx3.
1000 points, ended December 23, 2008, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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good luck in the contest amazing work you are a skilled writer love the imagery
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Whoa! The imagery is still flooded within my mind.... Beautiful imagery! Sad, yet not. It's an amazing piece! Beautifully written! The first two stanzas are completely packed, every word, with amazing imagery! This is a wonderful write! Thankyou for entering my contest, and Good Luck!
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Thank you for your kind comment! I appreciate it!
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So many wonderful lines in this one. "and frost blue eyes
reminds me of quieter days." "Exhaling charcoal from cigarettes lighted a lost path." "My hands, they drip colors
of antiques in silver light." Impressive read into dark shadows. loved it!
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Your writing is so unique.
I have read this twice over
and am still mulling over a
few of your lines....what a
talent for imagery you have!
Love, Lane
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very nice. love the imagery here.
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"Spiders walk amongst shadows" I love that line poet! Well done and good luck in the contest.
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Thank you for the comment!
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