memories of sex filled sundays
wither under six feet of dirt;
intangible tastes
on the tip of thought
loneliness and
winter chilled cotton sheets
coaxed fingers into remembrance
as her lips formed
smoke ringed oh's
Author notes
prompt;
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."
--Sylvia Plath
20-100 words
[ 35 words]
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: Head In Oven by Matt E. Smith.
460 points, ended October 19, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this left me wanting to read more...
the poem actually does feel cold and emotionless,
much like the widow - you did well for the prompt
L
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..loneliness and
winter chilled cotton sheets
coaxed fingers into remembrance
as her lips formed
smoke ringed oh's.
I just keep going back to that,
with every read...
it is a phenomenal image...
crafted and shaped like fine Irish crystal.
The amazing thing is I know how long it took you
to come up with this....have you ever thought of that..?
It is amazing to me that you just reached out into your mystic
and wrote this so quickly....
You truley are gifted lass.....
it is the poet that gives their own gifts to others...
Thank you for this gift gypsy.
Bless your heart
always Casey,
Liam
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this is very good. I really like where you went with that prompt. second stanza was a killer.
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"loneliness and
winter chilled cotton sheets"
brings the most incredible memories and feelings.
Very potent.
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Influential imagery. You have a fluent movement of words in this piece.
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I think I may have had some of those mornings but it was after 'he' left lol
This is strong and the brevity and conciseness is well done 
C
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