Shadows cast against pale walls,
glass shattered across tile flooring
and all she knows is that there has to be a reason-
some story behind this maddening behavior...
He was but a reflection against the moon,
an ink splatter across her page-
but for now he only sat
in the dirt that pooled there.
Lips curled in distaste as the irony set it-
a drastic sense of entitlement,
and he laughs,
"I said I'd do anything to see you again."
Author notes
-- moon
-- story
-- lips
-- glass
-- tiles
-- dirt
-- ink
-- splatter
A contest entry
- The water doesn't ruin --x by Noir mariposa...x.
750 points, ended March 10, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Lips curled in distaste as the irony set it-
a drastic sense of entitlement,
and he laughs,
"I said I'd do anything to see you again.""
This reminded me of one of my poems I wrote a long time ago; but it also happens to be probably my favourite I've written. I love the take you've taken on this
Thank you for entering,
I wish you the best of luck;
Claire x -
Beautiful mental picture you have painted with your words. Good luck in the contest.
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beautiful imagery, and use of the word bank. good luck and ty for sharing.
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Really interesting take, I really liked
He was but a reflection against the moon,
an ink splatter across her page-
Those were my favorite lines ^_^
well done and good luck
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