Faceless despair is
my companion,
singing an alluring
song that echoes
in my soul.
Its melody soothes,
promising freedom.
The words, barely
audible, seem familiar…
falling from death’s
cold lips.
Author notes
Option 2.
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: http://grandeombre.deviantart.com/art/Can-I-play-with-madness-90812371
30 Words
hecatomb ~ any great slaughter
A contest entry
- 13/30/30 Quickie by Sweet Impatience.
1200 points, ended January 14, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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such powerful images come to mind when reading this poem. dark yet powerful. you did an outstanding job with this prompt.
line 6 "Its" perhaps it should be "It's"
Fantastic dark poem
good luck
kat
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Nope... Its is possessive so it's correct
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okay I'm wrong... lol
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Oh, yes, the familiar seems comforting, even if it is misery that we are familiar with. A profound little poem.
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beautiful words plus an amazing take on the prompt. I love the rhythm of everything that you entwined into this. Great vocabulary word to use! It's great to see that not all of them have been used up! Really well done! Keep on writing my dear poet friend!
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Oooooh love that first verse.
Great take on the prompt.
A wonderful write ..draws one into the emotion...if word #
had permitted would have loved to read more..
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ohhh this is a dark little interpretation of the prompt, that familiar dark voice that never really leaves you. Well written here. Best to you in the contest
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