only shivers for a time, and isn’t the same
without tequila.
My king sized bed represents
so much wasted breath~
~lashes bow,
but in the way...
… my body’s sway
lays naked, untouched
and breathing.
Water seeks my eyes while
stretching to close up
the vastness...
sidetracked for a moment
by a moth
trying to commit suicide,
anxiety defeated, I smile
and turn out the light.
A contest entry
- It's the little things that leave craters II by Exodus.
1750 points, ended July 13, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow, this is so sad and yet lovely
brilliantly penned as always hun,
your work is never anything less than stunning.
Tasha


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Another stunner. You always capture so much feeling and atmosphere in your writes hun!


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How interesting is it that I don't think this piece would have the same emphasis if it wasn't in italics. It's the little things that make a poem, and you certainly know that. Beautiful.
Thank you
F -
My
What a visual poet. Te unique loneliness and oh the Moth, just perfecto. Perhaps one of your finest writes yet. But one day the bed will become deliciously smaller.

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Oh My~
This is one Powerful piece and my fingers just got a cramp from its Intensity
Holy Canole~ the first line gets the body juiced up for the finale~
Excellent~ this swells the eyes with emotions
Bravo!!
Love Your Mind~ can I borrow it
You go on Hot Momma
Last two lines~ Kung Powwwwwwww

Thank You for sharing Your Voice

Best wishes in the contest
with love & light~ Desire~*~


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defeated. hmmm,
My king sized bed represents
so much wasted breath~
~lashes bow,
but in the way...
… my body’s sway
lays naked, untouched
and breathing.
this is absolutely wonderful. The prose contest is bringing out that lovely, delectable narrative voice. Yummy.
You're beautiful Delila.
Love,
jin


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this is a wonderful write, filled with sensual sadness, I loved this part!! superb !!
sidetracked for a moment
by a moth
trying to commit suicide,
anxiety defeted, I smile
and turn out the light.
Blessings
Rend


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Really well written.


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Damn that's a good expression.
I like the bit about the moth.
Just like the title says it could always be worse.
Much love,
Mark

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I adored this poem and can relate to what you have written so amazingly.
I loved this line the best maybe cause i know ..i know..
My king sized bed represents
so much wasted breath~
Great writing my dear of course i always loved your talent,
~Lisa~


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I've spent the last five minutes or so just looking at your homepage (I love it, especially the pic's of your boys) and now to read your poem is like the icing on the cake. I love, "sidetracked for a moment by a moth trying to commit suicide..." I know...I know...I always pick out the most 'off the wall' lines in the poems I read, but this is what makes them memorable, and you certainly are a memorable writer
Love, Lane













