Jagged,
raw edged
stumbling rocks
fingers gashed
on what
could have been
wrists streaked
muddy with the color of
what could be
arms bearing
pebbles of the past,
scattered like boulders
footsteps, scuffling
engulfed in fresh waves
of today,
exposing the
underside of tomorrow,
all flowing into....
Time
mixes
like blood
into the brine
of life;
the waterway
of both forfeit
and triumphs.
A contest entry
- Let your emotions out. by brittany.geeze.
700 points, ended November 20, 20 entries
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Comments
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nice! You always surprise me... I have this picture of you as pollyanna and she does not know about such things. =) very well done
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Polly wanna cracker????
Yes, I do try to look on the bright side, to a fault sometimes.
Pollypants..... That nickname is not as good as SP....
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hahaha...I think he likes that name
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Oh the days..
when I was not in this muddy haze
I stood upon those rocks
and thoughts broke in my head
tiny pebbles tumbling
incessant water
flowing in the gaps
sweet sounds of birds
in mating rituals
and then it happened
the sky opened
the earth
trembled
as I fell the briars caught
not holding
as I my crumpled body
lay lacerated bleeding
from higher up I gazed
I watched it happen
before was swept away
in turbulence
and chaos
Your words always waken something in my brain.
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thank you BB
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Washed in waves of time
Pounded by the surf
Sink swim or float
Just dive
Very nice images you've penned.
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past, present and future
forfeit, triunphs
interesting final stanza
jagged rocks like the jagged edges of the poem
Good one Mizzy.
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