If she selflessly let cinnamon
tingle the aroma of her senses
intricate designs enveloping
sudden emotional clichés
wound in webbed hostility
touching so tenderly
across parched canvas
claiming in flagrant passion
the quiet enigmatic expulsion
in sordid dreams
like silence converted into
red and khaki illusion
~singing her final symphony~
Author notes
A contest entry
- Semi Quickie contest by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
700 points, ended January 28, 2009, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful is this as it is sad
Trailing thoughts and feelings
I loved the opening lines that lead you onwards
and the final surrender, in the last three wonderful lines
Thank you for your entry
Best wishes Julie
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thanks Julie for the lovely comment! :0
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Very good write here
I love the way you entertwined the senses and the illusion of one of stature

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thanks a lot!!
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ooooh, I like this you used some brilliant description here. Wonderful write. Good luck in the contest =D
Laura

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thanks! That means ma muse aint dead yet
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