Frozen rose in mid air
Slowly falling from grace
Closing in fast upon the ground
The seconds pass so slow,
Yet way too fast
Any moment the rose will shatter
To be no more, only nothing
A memory
I take a breath
The cold air shreds my lungs
As the thorns fall fast, first
One last glance, the rose shatters
My life shatters
Broken
Cold
Dead
A contest entry
- Passions & Griswold's Phrase prompt by Griswold.
900 points, ended November 21, 7 entries
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Comments
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Nicely written, a different take on the prompt for sure a bit dark for my taste though considering the prompt. Thank you for entering and best of luck to you... Scott
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Nicely penned
Good luck to you in the contest
Passionspromise
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You have expressed it well, the temporary life of the rose, so fragile.
Enjoyed your write.
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