I dreamed I photographed the gravestones
that lay by your window.
you watched me like night watches,
silent and black and with meaning
I am your meaning
grey and white were the stills I crafted
from the crust of your view
the dusty angle at which you witness
but what I really wanted to capture
was your soul
in the cold stones
In a list
A contest entry
- The blank slate hungers to be written upon by Age of Rain.
650 points, ended November 3, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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hauntingly beautiful poem.
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can do nothing, but sit in silence ... even these eyes are not deserving to read such words ...
this is poetry
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this was an amazing poem...i love the way you write , your descriptions are superb.
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Chilling!
this is amazingly good!!
the ending had me
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this is really good
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Perfect. I wish I had written it.
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thanks for the gold!
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Very good. Wonderful take on the prompt!
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this one had a bit of bite to it.
poor stone souls. how they are loved and don't even realize it most days.
enjoyed this, Em.
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Excellent work
This was a great example of free verse. It was fluid, powerful and profound and the imagery was stunning. I especially liked the use of italics for 'I am your meaning', and the fact that you placed it in the heart of your poem. A very skillful piece of writing.
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you are such a talented writer, hon...
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a soul image to capture
a cold, blank slate
excellent, excellent poem.
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