Great, Pen! You know what, without your poem I wouldn't even have noticed the support beam. You explain the 'frozen moment' so well!
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Great, Pen! You know what, without your poem I wouldn't even have noticed the support beam. You explain the 'frozen moment' so well!
Great, we've got a few entries already! I'm going to set a deadline now which will be:
11th January 2008
which is quite tight I appreciate with Christmas and everything, but with several entries already I don't want to drag it on too long.
Good luck everyone, and keep them coming.
We pass each day, under the tram platform—
they remain in their embrace, a moment,
and the moments around the small space.
Passing by, a woman sees the hand lifting, not yet
to his face, but for this she is in her own mind.
To have something, we steal its life and hide it
in stone and bronze. We imagine what is lost,
what is there a step before, a step after the touch,
beyond that, we are the exhibit and the observer.
You will never know, reader, that he was kind,
that her touch had been the first for years
and he shook with the excitement, laughed
with her as the artist insisted he concentrate.
I cannot tell you here the stagnant years
that dropped away as she followed instruction
and slipped the ring in her coat, how easy it was
to feel like something precious in his arms.
We will never know beyond mere words or thought or
form how they both went home with the other’s scent
on their clothing, for him a pleasant torture, for her
a legitimate reason to keep what was not hers, how
they lay awake those nights dreaming beyond that touch.
We will pass each day, under the tram platform,
and toss our hopes at them, like pennies in a fountain,
or write poems about what could have been. Some
will pass by silently, heads down, never seeing
the scattered copper dreams, eyes wide open in the sun.
There is a lump in my finger and I can't write! This is so beautiful Fire.
Just so no one gets confused, the following picture is the one we are writing about.
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheFifthElement
emotions surge
pressed in stone
cold
immortal.
*end*
whaaaa can't think of anything right now!
come close,Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
closer,
into my arms,
and lets stick
together
like two statues
in love! :)
Just a reminder - deadline for submissions is
***11th January 2008***.
The moment was frozen
forever ingrained in her being
in her mind
his warm arms
and warm kisses
his gentle whisper of assurance
I will be home soon.
The tear that flowed gently
down his stony face
as he became strong
for her
for himself
for the world.
but he wasn't strong
he was weak
as human as the rest of the world
who were smart enough
to stay in bed
safe
but he had a strong heart
he was invincible
he would be strong.
but he wasn't
his skin was penetrable
like soft clay
and his heart was vulnerable
she was his support
she made him be strong
as they embraced
as he left her
to fight a war that wasn't his
to end a quarrel
they knew nothing about
and he would be strong
but the years passed
and the heat of the war
turned him brittle
he crumbled like dry clay
without support
because he wasn't strong
not without her
by his side
in his arms
and he slowly disappeared
all it took was a bullet
to finish what had started
in that one embrace
and now all she has is a memory
a single tear
a single kiss
because he was
strong
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
In the early summer, you told me
something true. We are alone, you said,
but we will stand tall, on a pedestal
high above the cold, tumbling world,
where we will be alone together.
And that was all we needed- fire in
our hearts and entwined hands.
But even statues crumble into dust;
eroded by the wind, sun and rain into
a million particles that you breathe in,
and out, and then in again, until one day
there will be nothing left except empty air.
We found ourselves falling into fragments
and then we were no longer alone together,
just alone. I should have known that time
would corrode the foundations; we should have
built our fortress with more enduring than dreams.
We could not seek passion with lined faces
and I do not write about love anymore.
It mourns for a moment lost in the ghostly past;
a memory frozen in the dead of winter.
Pygmalian fashioned out of clay
The woman of his heart's desire.
His hand shaped everywhere.
Her form had no secrets
From his sensual touch:
His fingerprints upon her cheek
Her bust, her back, her hair...
When she was right in every way
She went through a trial of fire.
Pygmalian put the hand of clay
To his cheek and he desired.
"And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground"
And this man formed a woman of the dust of the ground
His dust touched her dust,
Held that form, formed of clay,
Formed from dust. They merged
Dust into dust; clay into clay
He went through a passion of fire.
Pygmalion, fashioned out of clay,
Stands clasped and clasping his desire
Soft clay of their bodies touching,
Merging beneath the studio's roof.
She seemed so real...and in his yearning
Bones, muscles, flesh softened into one
Motionless creation. Veins filled with silt,
Malleable heart became a lump of clay
Two statues formed in the heat of fire.
When two hearts meet!
Love is a forward deal,
Lovers don't look behind,
Sky is not their limit,
the earth just a footstool
to step on and catch the stars,
the moon and the meteors;
flowers learn to bloom
seeing them in love;
the whole universe dances
in ecstasy, the sun shines spreading
the message of love
everywhere.
Time becomes just a moment,
Space the cosmos;
when the tide hits the shore,
when two lovers meet,
embrace each other in their arms
look in each other's eyes,
kindled with the glare of love;
heart meets heart,
sparkling with love,
conscription ensues
and the duality of lovers
sublimes into air
and transforms into
ethereal world of noble love
where even angels are forbidden
to go as a token of respect
to the loving hearts.
There ya goQuote:
"Everlasting"
Your scratches are the missing puzzle pieces to my dents
My hands hold your cheeks to prevent the tears from eating away,
I protect your icy flesh
Your arm secures me, holding on to the promise of dear life that frosts over our lips
I have betrayed each passerby,
We were built as whole in stone
We remain alone in flesh, molding, shaping
Desperate to secure ourselves in stillness
They will never know our secrets
Eternity spent in an ersatz passion