Unwilling thrill, uncanny still,
The woman staring into my soul.
Cautious to approach you;
Something prevents her from being whole.
In her stance, a modest chance ,
She longs to fly afar from here.
For something more, she takes a pause
And finds me, joyous and in fear.
Emitting more light than the moon’s shining bright,
Waterfall glides away in shame.
My call it lacks, too late to impact,
Her and her wings depart from these chains.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by pain is love..
440 points, ended July 15, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
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This is a really nice and creative poem. Thank you for your entry!
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This is pretty good, I love it she longs to fly afar from here. Emitting more light then the moon. Thank you for sharing it was a pleasure to read.
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Thank you so much! =]
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