Engulfed in silent sweet embrace
Awash in hollow lips desire
As ghostly band blasts out white noise
While tragic crooners vocalize
A broken melody bereft of sound
In emptiness we spin and dance
Our rhythmic steps devoid of style
A single song is all I asked
A single dance to set to rest
The broken dreams which I’ve endured
To fill these echoes haunting me
With honey blissful harmony
A contest entry
- Something to do with the blues. Celebrating my 2 year anniversary on AP, Open to all on AP by toomysterious.
700 points, ended September 19, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Exquisitely blue. You have done the subject justice. Simple, succinct and ringing so true.

