Fragile formless creature
I’m nothing within monochrome gales
a mere pixilation of the human texture
I’ve yet found strength, an emotion adhesive
Too hold and mend the cracks I’ve
Accumulated through out the days
I became nothing, formless like dust
In uncontrollable cyclones of introspective gray thoughts
I slowly unhinge from cell to cell
Being whisked away into something unfamiliar
Loosing control of what I believed was sanity
Shattering myself into bitter winds.
Author notes
Photo credit/link : Prompt: the above picture http://wwwest.deviantart.com/art/Sand-121581611
A contest entry
- sands of time by Aussie Gypsy.
550 points, ended May 22, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love this, it captures just what I was picturing when I posted this kind of prompt. Beautifully done. Best to you in the contest
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Brilliant write!
Good luck in the contest.

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Nice job on this poem. The imagery is great. My favorite line is:
'a mere pixilation of the human texture'
Very well done.
Mike

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Oh some awesome lines here...little gifts of vivid imagery.
"I’m nothing within monochrome gales
a mere pixilation of the human texture "
and...
"In uncontrollable cyclones of introspective gray thoughts
I slowly unhinge from cell to cell"
Very lovely and thought provoking...





