Hand a face to cover hollow eyes:
frowns or tears or smiles.
Winter turns to warmth
in skeletons' shiver to rebirth hearts.
Ceramic man of masks,
softer now,
amorphous, poet Orpheus;
more silicon,
more life ...
more diatom.
Author notes
Picture prompt:
http://juliettak.deviantart.com/art/Mer-De-Noms-103944823
In a list
A contest entry
- quickie by Polaja.
400 points, ended June 29, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Masks of me make marks. Hearts of love leave none. More beauty and wisdom. Bravo.
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You know, Allan ...
you see.
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I really liked the way this created such a soft tone in my mind
thank you for entering!
Polly
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I am reminded of the dark rings beneath my hollowed eyes from too many nights of smoking, pondering and worrying God with all my questions.
Your poem a work of art as all your poems are Myra. I wish you luck in the contest
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face me a hand to cover your eyeballs
as hollow as they are
absorbed by the shine
of fire for effect
circus
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