Antique camera flashes
dazzle limestone statues.
Where the artist’s touch has
twisted diamond hearts
from hiding places
among the rock.
Hot color ebbs from,
fading sepia photographs
a showcase designed
for aesthetic fixations
alone.
Despite rape en masse’
a warm soul still smoulders
through glassy eyes,
half lidded and
bleeding red.
Tumbling amber tresses
ripple exposed to dim lighting
as my sculptors hands exhale
life into her frame.
She takes my pain.
A contest entry
- Quickie Now #16 by amaranthine lover.
400 points, ended February 17, 2009, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I have a love of sepia images For some reason i find them more expressive. One is not distracted by colours. This piece breaths life into the given image I can see why it collected an award
Excellent
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this is beautiful
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Thankyou very much. =]
I'm in rehab right now, otherwise I would be entering into more of your contests.
I'll have fresh material when I escape.
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