in garish silver silence
reaching out you wreathe our world
bathing us in hungry rays
seeking hidden places
illuminating curve of back
sweep of breast and gasp of mouth
silhouette in frozen frame
forever seeking more
longing for one moment
[of sight and light as touch and scent]
to run once with grey wolves
A contest entry
- At my window by Age of Rain.
402 points, ended November 17, 2009, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical feedback definitely wanted
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Darned beautiful.
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ohh..that's pretty
ii like how you ended it...i felt as if from the lines "silhouette in frozen frame
forever seeking more" to the ending..there is such a beautiful transition of distance and forever-ness in it ...very nice
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