Heavy clouds hang near Heaven
where dreams once lingered
in fragrant breezes.
Over time,
words have fashioned themselves
into stiff layers,
like soldiers marching to the same beat,
yet the drums circumvent
any blended rhythm
that once shared a divine dance.
Climbing Escher's stairs
keeps measured distances
and visions face colours
that fade,
day by day.
I abhor delineation
where time cannot be chased,
to taste love's fine palate anew.
Sighing into broken bottles
of heaving thoughts,
acceptance gnaws
in so many bitter flavours.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Word Prompt (#21) by Gigglegasm.
625 points, ended May 11, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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your writing is breathtaking, as is this piece. from the words you choose to the ability you have to put them together so beautifully... it's like looking at the storyline on a tapestry hung from the walls of a castle.... or something similar... thinking about european travel right now... lol
congrats on the gold. gigglegasm has good taste
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I thoroughly enjoyed this write. The emotion is just superb and your use of language and the imagery is just enchanting.
Beautifully written!
Thanks for entering.
Good luck.
Michelle
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a good piece of poetry, ah where time can not be chased - you know i have to tune into this line being chasingtheday. a poem where the heart beats sorrow's wings.
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I liked how you described sighing into broken bottles of heaving thoughts acceptance gnaws in so many bitter flavours... This is probably my favorite line of all. Very well constructed poem. Good luck to you in the contest!
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