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it's like looking into mirrors after years of blindness, seeing footprints and smudge marks on all those places you thought you'd cleaned;; as if this madness would subside with time, as if seasons would rearrange those thoughts you planted ages ago--
ii.
watching the after-rain clouds sigh and hum with the off-season heat,
i feel a resurrected april flood my veins and break the gates of stoicism;
like the dust of old newspapers and eyelids fluttering,
a thousand yesterdays self destruct and trickle through
the filter in my head.
iii.
she stops, waiting in a field for an afterthought, a turn around and look again slice of a moment; pausing, expectant of a change in the weather or thunder in the distance, some sign of life;
dirt-caked hands empty
realizing that you have to dig deep to plant anything meaningful.
A contest entry
- emotion illness rounds - AUDITIONS by stasis.
700 points, ended February 7, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - favorites - prewrites. by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended February 6, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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tegan and aanika were right. this is fantastic. the emotion hits incredibly, painfully hard
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Your prose is truly beyond words.
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yes.
I love your vocabulary, you're actually smart and I can tell.
that being said, this was also full of emotion and gorgeous imagery.
thanks for entering
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thank you so much!
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I love this... you said so much in so few words, and the last vignette was incredibly powerful.
Please wait for the other judge to comment.
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thank you! will do
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Let me know if you add, I would love to read more.
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thanks! i definitely will... i feel like it needs another stanza between no. 2 and 3, but i'm not sure...
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I love no. ii
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thank you very much!
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