like hoarfrost, your words
evaporate
in the air; the silence is left empty
& gaping
with the shape of hope.
& lies. we must not forget
the lies, spun silk, glass,
a tapestry woven of mica.
I am a crow.
hoarding your words
like a palace of fantasies, a nest
built of tin-foil & empty wrappers.
used.
is it enough
to take a fragile paradise
into your heart, embrace it,
make it strong – is it enough
to charm music from the Thames,
coax poppies
from the derelict concrete fields
of this city? They, like you, are barren –
there is water enough, & light, but perhaps
some soil is just too permeated
to give.
A contest entry
- trust is blue in the mouth by autarky.
1800 points, ended June 30, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites. for my favorites ONLY. by sideways hourglass.
463 points, ended October 30, 54 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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love your voice, your style, your poetry in general...just love it.
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this is simply beautiful. thanks so much for entering
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