With careful strokes of my hand
You come alive tonight
Sitting in my room, serene
You glow from foreign light
Your eyes, though black and shaded,
Glow with flakes of gold
The paper burns with fire
Yet the chalk is hard and cold
I smile at the finished work
Your look of sweet despair
It feels like you're here next to me
But yet, my heart is bare
Author notes
N o t e T h e S a r c a s m. Prompt i: charcoal.
A contest entry
- For My Favorites :] by HereComesTheSun.
900 points, ended October 14, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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loved the last stanza. quite brilliant.
thank you so much for entering -
Beautiful matage. I love the images and thoughts you proke. This work is absolutely lovely. =) Best of luck in the contest. you're so talented.
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beautifully written and great description...i love it ...great flow and awesome emotion...good work
...jenn
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This is a lovely poem. I like the descriptions in it.
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