as your fingers
trace the fresh dew
of another morning
your eyes glisten
with the shattered past
of yesterday,
following you like a shadow
that should never have been unleashed
with a small step backwards
into a spiralling vertigo
colours spin in and out
in a garden of old rose
A contest entry
- Hues of Red in 12 Lines or Less (there's a catch) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended January 3, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm. Very vague, but somehow concrete enough to make sense. [laughs] I'm sure that makes no sense.
But I like it.
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The closing stanza on this one is exceptional. “Garden of old rose”, now that is a fabulous affirmation of heart and a powerful image in my mind. Very sensual and well written. This is impressive.
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