Upon the whim of deities
resting warm and peacefully
lie chances at redemption
from crimes of our invention.
Go now, find another man
who'll benefit, who'll understand.
My soul is now irrelevant
and my sins too indelicate.
Author notes
Picture A Artist credit: http://manips-of-artist2.deviantart.com/art/WHISPERS-OF-THE-LIGHT-137858672
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 30 by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended October 17, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is awesome!!! So happy to see you posting here again.
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Think you captured a lot in these few words! Ahh.. I think we have all had indelicate sins... well done here! Thanks for the entry
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I like the beat that occurs when reading this, the rhyme is spot on. Good imagery and emotions within, very nicely penned. Thank you so much for entering and good luck
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