Language crashes against skin
in sublime exhales of rocking rhythm
sealed inside soft chambers
there, just behind bottled emotion
three wishes emerge from the cool leg of October
hidden in small smiles
washed and tumbled in cold blue
there sits a thin line between sanity and insanity
silent stillness sometimes soothes sensations
molded from facial expressions
that long ago melted inside Sunday's sermon
half notes wash ashore
in circumstances out of my control
like crisp white collars
starched and ready for prim and proper
I wanna be free
hollowed out like a tree stump
empty skin stretched taunt over brittle bones
lost inside winter quiet
as the seasons commit yet again
but...
there is a mass of things hidden
settled into cracks of an unpredictable pause
like angel eyes that strike my soul
freedom is tucked away
with innocence
and judgment deserves distance
as rain falls softly inside November
I crash into myself
and continue to hide secrets in cigar boxes
BecZ 10-11-09
Author notes
Prompt: "and I sing only half notes, never whole"
A contest entry
- Prompt 119 by crivanea.
700 points, ended October 25, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Ehhhh...improvment is needed
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Oh yes! So worthy of the Gold Chalice you received. I love the initial feel of the words right on to the last delight, which hides those personal secrets, innuendoes of the past... This is wonderfully eccentric and that makes me think of me.
Congratulations on a job exceedingly well done!
Always ♥
Renee
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dang.....wow
i love the 6th stanza..the way you worded it ...and great alliteration through the poem as well..this one was perfect : silent stillness sometimes soothes sensations this is stunning 
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" And judgement deserves distance" spoke to me, for sometimes we are distanced by judgement by allowing a new impression to form. Esp. liked " three wishes emerge from the cool leg of October" as if the leg is taking the steps necessary to make those wishes come true. Ah, the bottled emotion, sometimes it's poured and re packaged, isn't it? I heard you singing in semi-quavers poetess.
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Amazing stuff Beckster, loved this and that ending...the pigeonhole of life's little things lol I guess we fit them all inside one
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nice one Beck... sigh
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I SO wanted to write for this prompt, and have continued coming up empty. You are awesome! This is a great piece that she was absolutely love. Nice to see you post.
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