down the mirage of years
the hushed symphony of him
slowly left its eternal notes
on the beating oyster - locked within my ribs
entwined in my every thought
his being has breathed me into
- the origami of the unvoiced love
floating in the midnight dust of dreams
I’m no one but just an unplayed melody now -
who waits to be harped by h i m...
like a che tace poem
I lie scattered
on the pages of his sighing diary
…and weave another trance
when he’d paint the lettered being of mine
with the acrylics of his whispering lunacy…
...
*Che tace [Italian word]: silent
A contest entry
- contest ♥ by Kathraina.
1000 points, ended November 15, 26 entries
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Comments
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Wow, breathtaking imagery invoked here by your word usage! Brilliant job with the construction of this piece, its comes off the page and unfolds in my mind's eye effortlessly. Nicely done
bravo and thank you for entering
♥ kate -
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awww thanku sooo much for such a shweet comment of yours!! ^ ^
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