tell me,
where does a kiss go
after it leaves the lips
and time has relinquished
its tenderness to stone
if when tomorrow is the
only warmness your skin
remembers of my touch,
let it fade into the seasons
and stand only in memorial
to my loving you
If our heartbeats
were motivated only
in the tender battles of love,
then soon take me again to war,
please
@ @
Author notes
* I tried,
A contest entry
- statues in the park: part one by Nicolette.
1500 points, ended April 17, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Your first stanza is immaculate, Scribe. Congratulations on winning the bronze. 
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This is absolutely gorgeous. I loved every word
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I agree with Chez - this poem indeed has a ring of Neruda about it and being familiar with your writing, and the soft tender voice of your poetry, I feel myself drawn to this piece.
Somehow it made me think of the Taj Mahal - a monument for a lover, for love. We need no other monuments... Simply beautiful poetry delivered with that special touch of simplicity and softness that is so characteristic of your poetry. Simply loved this one, Scott.
Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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this is so tender.
i like the idea of the memory of a kiss, a touch becoming a cenotaph.
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you had a unique spin on the prompt; beathing life into your words and letting them carry the reader through to the end. Wonderful flow, my pleasure
~Tia
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I was reading through the entries, and I must say if it were I judging, you would get it, just one of the best I've read in awhile.
Jim
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Has a hint of Neruda in these words, just that faint but all knowing dash of love that is an entire life of a poem. This captures that and the prompt so well, that it is set in stone C
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A beautiful entry~
Best wishes and many blessings
~A~
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A beautiful and touching take on the prompt...best of luck!
Az
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this is beautiful, i love the idea of a memorial of love...
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