Contempt

Photographs of your image
conjure your presence,
still waiting.

Sentenced to before
and silenced by after,
I have managed

to deny you.

(until now, in this moment

that you begin to whisper)

I strain my ear to hear
your tiny voice from
the core of my being,

tearfully asking. . .

"Can I sleep in your
bed tonight?"

Author notes

I tried to be subtle, I hope I didn't lose the essence.

A contest entry

Let Your Inner Child be Heard (PW's Now accepted) by Paloszoo. 800 points, ended February 27, 2009, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Freed by Mercy
April 2, 2009

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Wow. This is a heartbreaker. My tears are welling up. (It's been a tough day.) So much in so few words. Masterfully written.
Jake Summers
March 25, 2009
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Great poem. I love this.
Jake
- Justified Inc.
  March 25, 2009
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  Thanks Jake.
  Appreciate the comment.
  Annette
Beauty Of Silence
March 21, 2009

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whoa auntie, u did not lose that essense. you held it stady, and thats what made the poem so powerful. i just love how you ended it, it was so sad, yet so adorable! reminds me of what i do whenever i watch a scary film without the company of the sun oh well, this is a greatly penned poem!
Comatose--X
March 9, 2009

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awww its ssooooooooooo like AWWWWWWWWW .. hehe i really like it. I really like to read your poetry. You write it very well ^^
MJ Donnelly
March 8, 2009
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A very poignant piece Annette, well done and congrats on the bronze!

mj.
- Justified Inc.
  March 8, 2009
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  MJ!
  Hugs to you!
  
  Be well my friend and God Bless you!
  Annette
Paloszoo
February 26, 2009

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eeeeeeew. I love this. Very unique, and yes, subtle. Thanks for writing for my contest. Good luck. I'm honored to have you show your work here.
couldbeworse
February 26, 2009

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loved this!:
I strain my ear to hear
your tiny voice from
the core of my being,

tearfully asking. . .

"Can I sleep in your
bed tonight?"

so so sad. very well written.