Simply, as a child yearns for comfort,
I wallow in the embers of last night.
A warm euphoria wraps its arms
around me and holds fast the tendrils
of satiation left in your absence.
A cry, a thorn, pierces the quiet
driving the ambiance into the corners;
A sketch of peace, distorted by
the exhibition of off-handed romance
floods my mind and causes pain.
If stared at long enough,
the peripheral thoughts permeating
the event melt like moths in the daylight,
becoming a canvas left in the gutter.
All things are relative.
And so, I stand the guardian
of those invisible to love.
As I yawn a prayer of cessation,
falling sands emulate an opiate
that will never satisfy.
©2009
1-16-09
Author notes
Written for the contest: Contest Prompt: Word Bank by Todays Poem Box
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2433559
Word List:
embers, exhibition, ambiance, peripheral, child, thorn, sketch, hold fast, moth, guardian, canvas, yawn, prayer, sands, opiate.
A contest entry
- Prompt: Word Bank by Todays Poem Box.
2000 points, ended February 1, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
A critical comment is invited
Comments
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Nice poetic words nice poetic thoughts,enjoyed
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Excellent job with the word bank!
15/15 words used.
Great imagery. Excellent emotion.
Thanks for entering and best of luck!
Write on.
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Thank you for taking the time to comment. The word list was definitely a challenge.
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Very smooth while using all the words in the bank. Good luck in the contest.
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