Gentle pulsing throbs in the ears
of all who venture near,
a subtle pumping of arterial
angst bearing emotions
so onerous they clog the air.
To embrace her melancholy
would breach the sacred chamber,
so touch not the inner vessel,
for it would crumble like sere bones.
Imminently she would perish,
her delicate soul dispersing
in the breath of infinity's abyss.
Left to her own device
she might flourish,
unaware of limpid illumination,
oblivious to reason's touch.
Author notes
"She wears her heart
for all to see
and is as frail
as butterfly wings." - Rifkin
A contest entry
- PIF Quote Prompt by Riftkin.
700 points, ended November 8, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
What a great take on the prompt. So very creative. Congratulations on the honorable mention
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Wonderfully written, you did a great job with the prompt.
Best of luck to you with this.
Riftkin
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thanks for the HM
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Awesome...
Wonderful imagery & great use of metaphor in a stirring narrative that enthrals throughout...
Impressive as always...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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I had to..
look-up the word abstruse, glad I did, and glad I read this lovely poem.
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Ahh how beautifully penned. A really stunning wrtie and thoughts on the prompt Love it. Best wishes with this.
Gaylene
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A lovely portrayal of the vulnerability of delicate beauty.
Nice,
Bill
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