I want to hold what I believed
was there, your grey eyes
tucked those thoughts away,
an unseen hand passing over them.
And you slept on the cushion it laid out.
I counted your words one time, feared
promises were lies,
books chosen by day,
pages torn out to cover your face.
A paragraph to punish me at night.
Torch bearers lived inside your mind,
flickering their light
held up to grab the air,
but strangers then robbers took their place.
The past as footprints on your window-ledge.
These totems washed up on your beach
are there while I sleep;
I will make them safe,
in my dream I must run to the sea.
Will carve my name on the ledge as I leave.
by NaughtonP
Author notes
Prompt no. 3
A contest entry
- .:. Take My Breath Away .:. by DecorusApparatus.
1400 points, ended April 14, 42 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I read, re-read and read again. Definitely the kind of writing I was hoping would appear. Thanks for submitting.
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WOW! Author's comments interesting
Thanks for sharing your creative vantage point. Even though I was on the wrong track and thought about Alzheimers both are similar stealing the here and now here TODAY while lost in yesterday so long that don't have either today, yesterday or tomorrow. Nonetheless, footprints are everywhere yet lead to nowhere stopped by walls of scar tissue with gaping wounds like black holes to nowhere sucking in mind, body and soul(s), distorting soul's true identity.
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I read this poem through four times and came to the conclusion that I was utterly absorbed by it.
It's got me by the throat.
Finalist.
Undoubtedly.
Thank you for entering this into my contest.
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Very Identifiable .. if that makes sense. Everyone wants to see the real person that they are with, not the broken shell of what they have become. The poem surrounds and captivates you with textured words such as "cushion and grab" makes the words seem alive.
Thanks for sharing!
♥-A
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