i am a doorway
to midnight
and
a thousand years
of hands
not touching
the moon
i hear you
cry
through the trees
in whispers
on wind
and your mouth
silent
alone
i push
back
the curtain
between us
the restless one
that pushes back
and the other
hides hands
in dirt
and dust
i push
Author notes
"Put your ear down close to your soul
and listen hard. "
~Anne Sexton
In a list
A contest entry
- Options For Poets With Feathers Group Only... by poet2angels.
800 points, ended March 2, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lovely reply to your chosen prompt, more often than not I get annoyed at the non capitalisation of "I" in possessive references, somehow though it doesn't seem out of place here. strong images and emotion in this piece.
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Puherrfect.
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The ageless of the spirit and the finite quality of the man come together to create this song you present to your reader.
Lovely,
Tom B.
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No critiques, just good, quality poetry, my friend.
Great understanding of the prompt. I loved this.
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Another incredible piece of penning, dearest Scribe. The first stanza draws your readers in, then the rest of the poem surrounds them like a warm blanket on a cold February evening. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
Wanderer
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One word....one word only...
WOW!!!!
♥Becky♥
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This poem tells a story to me of a man in love somewhere where he wasn't supposed to go. He hides it very well, and his soul will only tell on him in poems.
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Sigh~
I love this...
Such a perfect voice inspired by the quote...
As I read this, to me, it began as a whisper and gained such power ....like a rolling stone....
I cannot choose my favorite lines...I love every single one...
Lynda
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