"Do you draw
butterflies on my spine
hoping I will leave my chrysalis?"
"I met you
in early spring,
but by the end of summer
you had painted rime
upon my soul."
"You designed lies
in vibrant hues,
and I drank each one
until I found the canvas bare".
A contest entry
- conversational vignettes by Cat.
5250 points, ended July 1, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is simply just a small, lovely piece with a lot to love-- i like the bare canvas...
a soft piece that shows heartache without screaming heartache
thanks so much for coming out to play
m
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"Do you draw
butterflies on my spine
hoping I will leave my chrysalis?"
...this begins so beautifully! It makes the shatered end that much heavier to bare!
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Great
How beautiful and fragile to read. It is akin to a doorway that can't be entered without confession. I'm practically speechless.
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This is wonderful, I always love your diction. Good luck in Cat's contest
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These are so delightfully worded. They leave a soft "footprint" of emotion on the soul.
Good luck in the contest, Pretty One.
Lady D
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