your were telling me a story.
it had something to do with dirt and leaves. clouds and sunshine. i was drawing faces with an old-fashioned pen that i had found while fishing out coins from under the couch seat. caricatures, with tiny bodies and big, big lips.
you leaned over to see my drawing. your breath grazed my ear. i became still, looked down, studied my hands. ink stained and happy like a sixth grader.
you went back to telling your story. i went back to my silly drawing.
nothing changed.
and everything was different.
Author notes
word banks: story,dirt,leaves,clouds,sunshine,lips,ink
A contest entry
- The water doesn't ruin --x by Noir mariposa...x.
750 points, ended March 10, 29 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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>.< I think Ylova knows me to well
I loved this, it was absolutely beautiful and random and yeah ^^
I loved the ending::
"nothing changed.
and everything was different."
Thank you so much for entering
Claire x
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Wonderful use of the words given as a prompt. Great work!
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i really like this.. you should prose more marzipan.
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The title is intruiging enough but oh my what a beautiful piece. My heart stopped at your last two lines. Nothing changed and everything was different' I am sure many of us at one time or another have felt our hearts stop through similar circumstances.
Just stunning.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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Okay. This was awesome. I did not even know it was a word bank thingie! Haha. That's how great you are. Claire is gonna love this! I know it. Good luck in the contest
Much love
Ylova
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