Felt her breath
Soft and warm
As nightingale plume
And sweet as
Sugary smoke
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Felt her breath
Soft and warm
As nightingale plume
And sweet as
Sugary smoke
like smoke
throwing itself from a ledge
in unobtainable suicide.
breath like smoke
throwing itself from a ledge.
vivid plume of breath
like smoke.
an ever rising
vivid plume of breath.
In my mind
an ever rising.
Last breath came fast, too fast.
Heavy with spite.
Breathing fast is pants.
Breath
Stolen
from your lips
your life flows
into me.
On your breath
Panted over my face:
Vodka and apple juice
Out of a crystal tumbler,
JPS purchased
At the Duty Free Shop,
The pre-scent of a kiss,
And six Forevers murmured
In the last ten minutes
Thanks for all the entries! I enjoyed them all and picking a winner was tough!
But there can only be one winner, and this time it is: DieterM!!
I particularly liked the ending: "six Forevers murmured / in the last ten minutes." Nice job!
DieterM congratulations!!
Congratulations, DieterM !!
Thank you, Jaked, I am most honoured!
For the next round, let's write about the
mirror.
To your quills, my friends.
Contest ends on Dec. 16th.
Upon Looking Into a Mirror
Refraction
Reflection
Contemplation
Reaction
Rejection
Depression
Pendragon
Enemies like mirrors show
Our ugliness so we can see
The issues that we won't let go
And see the world more truthfully.
mirror the
heart of our dearest
vanity and self
it shall watch us
woe
look down on who
is probably better then it
mirror the image
of our rit
without us
is sit
Mirror, Mirror
It speaks neither
truth nor lie
but even in silence
may beguile
reveling only
what the eye desires
to see.
Mirrors
With a
prescience
of spirit
when
kneeling
amoungst
the mirrors
I can sense,
ever so
sweetly,
children
with their
joyous
laughter...
and some
with longing
tears
12/13/2012
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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