Tangerine peel; so primal.
But the structure that it makes up now,
the result of obsession and outcome of the restless
is so far from.
A masterwork methinks. Picture
it. All the passion of a summer's day,
all the passion of last night's bar brawl
painted red on the walls for all to see;
picture it,
contained, waiting to explode upon
the night and light it up with the amber hue
of love, maybe desperation, certainly
aggravation.
Well, time passes,
this time comes. Pay the bill,
stand to leave, peer down at
the monument. Took 15 minutes
to create. Waitress won't care,
doesn't matter. This is transient;
the thoughts that made it die with me.
A contest entry
- ,words disappear .words once so clear by Kirs.
725 points, ended December 25, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Danka
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