In the soft folds of sleep I stir,
discontent. You stand
before me and I can see every
laughter drawn on you,
and the dimple in your cheeks
as you warm me, from
toe to tip, with a bright smile
and closed eyes. They
blink open for a second; black
pupil and grey ringing
each eye. Heart ache even in
dream for a longing to
remember, see the colour of
your happiness again.
I cry on your shoulder in the
morning; you laugh. I
turn my head into you; don't
want to see the green,
gold, blue of those eyes. Palm
on my face turns it up:
I laugh to see the love in your eyes, and the grey rings around them.
Author notes
prompt;
i looked at you and realized even when they were in plain sight, i didn't know the colour of your eyes. i just knew i was in love with it.
-loose.
i g o e
-sorry if it seems like I didn't spend alot of time on this, I write quite quickly, and if you have any suggestions, will come back and redraft.
thanks.
I.
A contest entry
- the silhouetted rounds; two: doze-a-thon. by sighingflosser..
405 points, ended October 13, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thank you for taking the time to read;
Comments
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A soothing song.
getting right into the heart, Well done.
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this is a beautiful and breathtaking poem,
and I can see why you won silver! congratulations
your imagery is magnificant and the flow stellar.
thanks for sharing, all my best
zach estel. -
16/20.
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a very beautiful pen here and one that leaves the reader feeling the love you have well done indeed
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