She yields a lid of color
where her canvas lay dormant,
for the winter, she sings
her mute song, whispering
praise to the bitter sky of twilight -
-black and white-
soul trapped in a bare cascade..
Left of focus
she muses to fly
while her beauty settles
in the empty waves;
crystallizing her deserted shore...
Author notes
Prompt : Singing Stones
A contest entry
- Singing Stones by CarolDesjarlais.
1050 points, ended August 27, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think...
Comments
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Nicely penned. Congrats on the shiny.
Mariana
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Oh what a beautiful way to describe such. One wonders what they do during their wait... or are the waited on by things we can only imagine?
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Hmmmm, ok, so this is what far-edged means.
Because I just dont get it at all. But that's nothing new as far as Abstract free verse is concerned. Best of luck to you... Scott
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