Look at your hands.
Something about you echoes fragments in a lover.
An untouchable puzzle piece in the sky.
A passer-by; a sweet nectar against the frost-bite.
Your dull piano keys laden memories with danger music.
But you continue smiling.
and laughing.
Again, you shine brighter.
The innards of your sleeves carried tea splotches.
oh,my magician, you're so empty--
but somehow, full.
Author notes
L u c y l i g h t n i n g.
A contest entry
- for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time. by sharptooth.
700 points, ended October 13, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
Love the contrasts of life and imagery that move through your words. I adore the opening.
-
oh,my magician, you're so empty--
but somehow, full.
love the blatant contradiction in that line
what a great way to conclude the poem.
the title of this was nice - esp since you have sort of magician theme going on
great imagery, nice take on the prompt and thanks for entering! -
I love, love, love this.
"Look at your hands.
Something about you echoes fragments in a lover.
An untouchable puzzle piece in the sky."
-
i think the first three lines are my favourite. they are very, very good lines.
-
faren i think this is my favorite.
-
-
I really enjoyed writing it quite a bunch.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
