I had an amazing dream last night.
I was you, backwardly spooning your body,
staring into your ice blue eyes,
pried open by death.
Your funeral pyre was a grandiose stone
of terra cotta and etched into it,
a poem
that I have yet to write.
but then you stirred, you breathed,
victorious and alive!
We danced a celebration, embraced the life
I have yet to live.
A contest entry
- ENTER ANYTHING. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended June 9, 57 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PREWRITE MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! by Kathraina.
650 points, ended August 15, 456 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my, great job with this piece!
I love the passion and tenderness here.
Bravo
♥ Kate -
this was really cool, wow.
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I was you, backwardly spooning your body,
staring into your ice blue eyes,
pried open by death.
Thats a morbid picture, did you really dream that?
This was a very interesting read, im glad i clicked on it -
give you two points ,keep up the good job
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excelent
good stuff,quirky,yet stunning,and right on point,thumbs up -
Neatly done. Grand thoughts on this paradox called life. good luck in the contest.
Happy trails.
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