My jolted sense
Your passing
leaves the
space you
once took
tingling
Waving at
the dyed
scents I'm
making
the swirls
and whorls
expand and
collapse upon
each other
Tiny drops of
your mood
condense
in the air
near my
fingers
as I try
to keep
gripping
at the
breaths
you took
Author notes
sorry if its no good (I've been in a kinda funk recently)
A contest entry
- Title Contest #2 by Leanna-bean.
400 points, ended November 3, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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One word that I can only think of
BEAUTIFUL!

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I liked this one, and don't think it's much of a funk product.


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No I actually really like this...I really like the way it looks to very nice for my eyes...Thank you so much for taking the time to enter my contest and good luck to you my friend!!!




