investigating ghosts behind windmills of my past
I found no theatrics in the malignant words of old truths
buried deep in corals that hid sunshine from my view
I was like a little fish
without gossamery angel fins
and usuable wings
I was terrified of falling...
but yet I fell.
apathetic to my surroundings
for a split second of unrehearsed excitement
prayers to a terracotta saint seemed more natural
when you didn't know her name
you stood at the tabernacle
condemning me
for my choice of religion
a place of fifteen distinct definitions
I chose the one you didn't like
I stared at you and kept my daisy petals
for someone else to breathe their dreams upon
without the nicotine on his breath
my flower; addicted to warmth
and the taste of a less monotonous horizon
shielded in his arms away
from winter's lack of love
as you wonder when and if god existed
all the trees lose their leaves
to suffocate you and
freeze your empty prayers on ice
so that in a life so dull and
dusted clean of last resorts
you purposely forget her name once more
Author notes
prompts:
title
- who said god existed anyway?
[you cannot change this at all]
Words
- theatrics
- daisy
- investigate
- ghost
- windmills
- gossamer
- malignant
- apathetic
- tabernacle
- terracotta
- coral
- nicotine
[any tense or formation of the word is acceptable]
In a list
- {Starts With W} • next in list
- {Free Verse} • next in list
- VI. Ex-Files: Break-up Poems & Poems That Were Too Good To Destroy • next in list
A contest entry
- Impress etoile and I - and this is harder than it looks :P by letters to no one.
1050 points, ended September 9, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I definitely think you don't need "once more" at the end. It's one of those filler fluff phrases we all have gotten into the habit of adding, but it really drags the piece on far too long. I actually loved the line before. It was so simply stated and left me there on the edge. Just my opinion darling.
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