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Stained-glass windows remind her of who she wants to be. To be born clean and clear. But with every breath and every year, to be stained. Love is the glass stain of existence. For every new lover found, she is dyed another radiant colour. For every lover lost, her fragile glass frame is shattered.
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Spring brought colours of greens and yellows to her calming amour. With blossoming trees, came flowering feelings. Carefree and fun like the swaying of leaves in a cool breeze. Ladybugs and butterflies painted white oleanders whose deadly poison lived in the beauty and innocence. April winds caught weaknesses. Oleander's flowers broke free and rested in their bittersweet lemonade pitcher. She and he drank to the death of their springtime kisses. A spectrum of xanthous and chartruese pigmented pieces fell.
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Summer love is coloured in glaring cherry red. Passionate and bright like the desert sun. Her fair bleached hair twists in heated wind. His and her palms were sweating when melted together on city street walks. The warm pavement burnt her feet through the weak soles of her shoes. The glass was broken under July's scorching rays. The crimson, carmine, and citrus shards of summer love scattered.
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Autumn came with crisp leaves and shedding trees. Welcoming bronze and golden dyed her soul. Sweet caramel candies and joyful season meals spent hand-in-hand with the love of fall. Changing colours of ending photosynthesis; crunching leaves that showered them this time of year were mesmerizing. But as great white oaks, maples, and sycamores grew bare and dull, the beauty of fallen leaves was blown away with October's northbound gusts. Blustery days took away her autumn romance. Bits of amber and gold fragments piled with the lost loves of the passing year.
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Winter was beckoned to come about with pale blue skies and soft, grey clouds. She dared call the blistering cold season her favourite of all. Falling flakes of snow that fell upon her face and melted in her flaxen hair made her smile. The yellow flowers she received on winter's soltice ignited her inside. His chocolate hair complimented the rose of her face when the wintry cold kissed her cheeks. But he always lit the fire to her lips. She knew he also lit the fire to her heart. She told him to look her in the eyes and tell her what he could see.
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When he looked into her eyes he could see the window to her soul was made of stained glass. Every colour showed through with the light of her heart behind it. Only he had ever seen these colours that marked the broken loves of the year just past. Never had her heart shown a light so brightly to illuminate the glorious, coloured panes. Champaigne yellow, absinthe green, claret red, scotch gold, and now curacao blue and vodka grey beams of magnificent light cast out. He was the lucky one who got to marvel at them. Forever.
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Before this time, in her quiet moments between the changing of seasons, she used to wish she was not glass, but stainless steel. She wanted to be solid so not to break. Jealousy of the clean, uncoloured metal filled her. Now she thinks herself foolish for such childish whims. Stainless steel does not love, but only reflects distortions of a weak reminder of light that is cast against it. Stained glass windows cast pure, beautiful, unreflected light.
Author notes
e x p l a i n . e v e r y t h i n g
A contest entry
- Round 2! (invite only) by pinksnowboots.
950 points, ended September 2, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Colour Me Splendid! by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended September 9, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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I like the analogies you used in the first stanza...comparing yourself to glass, is somewhat cliche, yet doing it in this way makes it seem fresh, and new.
I like it!
Oooh Xanthous!! Awesome word! I love your references to flowers here. The way you kept telling the same story with a different image.
I also liked the way you used the corresponding colours to the seasons.
Oooh, every stanza I read of this, I like it more!! The colours, the pictures...the descriptions. I'm really beginning to enjoy this style of writing too...
My only criticism is that the ending needs a little more....it's mildly bland.
But I'm loving the whole wishfulness of hoping to be stainless steel, because it's more resilient...
I loved this write. Definitely a finalist -
Yes, you may. Sorry I didn't make that clear - just let me know when you've finished and I'll re-read.
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This is quite beautiful - and shows, quite frankly, an immense talent.
After another read through, however, I still am unable to find clear references to sound and smell. If I've missed something, please let me know.
Sincerely,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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"crunching leaves" was my sound reference, but I guess you are correct, there does seem to be a lack in smell reference, I thought I had covered all the senses in this. I guess I was mistaken because I knew I had many flower references in this. I guess I thought I had don't a better job at describing the scents...Perhaps if I revise it, would that be alright?
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A great prose piece! Though I am failing to see what relevance of feelings it has to the book, get back to me on this.
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Good
This had wonderful imagery but it was extremely long... I really liked it and you held my attention so good job. Thank you for entering and good luck! -
interesting write. Good use of imagery. I like prose write and even write a little of it myself on occassion. Thanks for sharing this with us and thanks for entering it into my contest.
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Peer Pressure :)
Wow... stunning imagery, and while I'm not a huge fan of prose, this was beautifully crafted. Thankyou for sharing, and I wish you the best of luck in the contest
Maria
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AWESOME
This has such a vast palette of colors, it's almost too bright for the eyes, yet, it carries you along on the journey very nicely..soooo very beautiful...
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I really like it as is! If you decide not to use it for this contest, definitely keep it as a separate poem!
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coincidentally, i basically wrote about a blonde girl and chocolate-brown haired guy and the two pics you sent are of....TA DA! a blonde girl and chocolate-brown haired guy !! haha. I think I will leave it. but i still need to go through and work on a better variety of vocab i think...im glad you like it. please let me know of ways to improve.
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Please space your name out in the author's notes!
Girl: http://sophielauren.deviantart.com/art/Spoilt-Little-Rich-Girl-84922220
Guy: http://julepa.deviantart.com/art/Flower-BOY-66468513
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