tracing the veins in a stone wrist
in wonder of the hand they lead to;
curled, beckoning
the emptiness of dreams and thought once held
effortlessly.
sifting each breath with a crushed chest
and wondering why the life just won't take.
(three drops on my lips;
I would kiss you
if the rest of the cauldron wasn't poison)
draped fabric folds these lines I follow
over and over
into sails fit for a sinking ship;
protecting me from digging to the bone
with the want to think deeper
and see less
(don't blink)
and by accident,
I have all the knowledge of the world.
(chasing this hawk so she won't find me)
yet the stars I hide in my cloak
still shine brighter with what I will never know.
and I think I admire them because of it;
as you cast me to the sea
I hope to be reborn again
into something a little bit less
of me
(a poet,
for what good is knowledge if one can never
convey)
cracked wings and fragile things.
jumbled together to form a rough semblance
of an angel; misplaced in the darkness
that is my visions,
though I press myself against the false mirror
in the hopes of her sinking in
I've spent worlds worthlessly waiting for her
to move her hands
merely
to see if she is weeping
because of me.
Author notes
Picture is prompt: "Wait for Death for Me To Be as I Was" by Estrella Felina
In a list
A contest entry
- Remembrance of a Womb Song~Poetic Prose by The Blue Lamp Post.
1165 points, ended September 20, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ahhh, just so very very lovely. Heartfelt congratulations on your trophy. Well done.
~Pamela 
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hm... thinking you do not seem so lost at all, dear scribe. In fact, profoundly found in such powerful writing...nods...
Congratulations on winning silver in this contest, Poet.
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Cerridwen, yes I know her story well and find it applicable
to much in life. Your verse is astounding with its well-placed
pausing and tinted glimpse of myth. The whole arrangement
claims the reader from the first and never offers a line of disappointment.
I especially relished: "the stars I hide in my cloak
still shine brighter with what I will never know"
And the ending of "I've spent worlds worthlessly waiting for her
to move her hands
merely
to see if she is weeping
because of me." is worded just so as to linger, infiltrate the sensory
with sorrow and that one vital thing never to be known. Blue
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Your final lines left me silent ... pressing images and thoughts to my heart. This write is powerful; filled with strong emotions of regret, of hope, and with the ability to see beyond self and forge ahead.
Breathtaking in content. I will read this again as I can find me in here. Truly enjoyable. ~Pamela
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Sigh....and that's the BIGGEST compliment I could pay anyone...but I will throw in some applause for good measure
Breathtakingly Beautiful. If you could paint with words, Oh, what a beautiful painting it would be.....
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