Memories of ice, clear and blue
pervade the senses.
Once what warmth did glow bright,
quails from sun and light.
Sanctuary from passion and sweetness,
can be found empty and overt intense.
When what you seek laires its nest,
in unmitigated faith and trust.
Repose your intrinsic beat,
so that may you one day
tranquilize your fears of depth.
Betroth yourself to a continuance,
of seclusion in an entity of dyads
or fissure now the parapets,
and cataclysm the fortitudes.
Memories of ice clear and blue,
touch with ardor upon the sweetest crevices,
languishing to caress, ever gentle, succulent.
But only in the most cryptic of your dreams.
Fear falls even the Smartest of the Fools.
Author notes
Shyarn, new write from the top of my head.
A contest entry
- Shine The Brightest In A Writers Sky (( Looking For New Favorites)) by HereComesTheSun.
700 points, ended February 16, 2009, 34 entries
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Oh, I liked this very much. It was filled with interesting ideas.
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heh thank you.
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Positive: eg"
Fear falls even the Smartest of the Fools." best last line of a poem iv ever read. really was concrete and very very well done. you also had very good word choice "
Sanctuary from passion and sweetness,"
Negative: iv gone none
thanks for entering
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thank you very much!
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Cool
This is a cool metaphor, and very intresting. I'm not entirely sure why, but the line "Betroth yourself to a continuance, of seclusion in an entity of dyads" is my favortie line. Overall, a very nice peice of work.
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