Yester years melted scorching recollections
lingering for mania to occupy;
compulsion trapped him.
An enduring cabinet displayed memories
in remembrance of an excruciating partition
"What do you do,
When the candle of love is blown out?"
Author notes
Prompt: Obsession; it's not there to control you, it's there to slip you up.
7 lines
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Writer's block. Sorry.
A contest entry
- Quickie.... by Merry Christmas.
460 points, ended December 12, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Good morning Alyzeh , congratulations on your lovely award! A Great take off the prompt, well worded...thank you for sharing have a wonderful day, Ken IBT
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Young Lady!
I thought you said your muse was gone,
but the last two writes are stunners
Well done indeed
All the best to you
Ken
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I officially love you! (But not in a bad way) You used the word compulsion and you used it perfectly. You found the perfect way to express the obsession in that word. I love the question at the end of the poem.
Thanks for entering and being patient -
Wow! I love this Liz. A great take on the prompt! Definitely picking up a shiny for this one! Well done!
Good luck in the contest, not that you need it
Much love
Ylova
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must be something thrilling, happy one
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Let me know when you are done love
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