Unborn

by NyellMoonlight   Nov 5, 2008


I paint this sorrow to match your eyes
filled with emerald dew of the words unspoken-
unborn promises die on bloody lips,
left to burn within single crystal tear.

I'm probably mistaken, so fragile,
succumbing to the fantasies of broken glass-
unborn ambiguity shatters frail heart,
a crate filled with rubies of your sentences.

Teary words moisten bruised skin,
holding frantic mind beneath the ardent skies-
unborn poetry clings to open wounds,
planting seeds of vacancy within every sigh.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    As always you write beautifully, I especially liked this piece, your opening stanza was just fantastic, but your ending line, for me was great, I don't know why, it just sticks with me.

    unborn poetry cling to open wounds,

    ^This was the only line that gave me pause, it is the words cling

    Fantastic write as always, thanks so much for entering the contest.

  • 15 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Oops, a typo, I meant to add an S on the end of cling!

  • 15 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    The vivid imagery in this piece paints a sad picture. Good flow and rhythm. The piece is void of forced rhyming. Excellent, articulate word choice. Well worth the read.

    My only suggestion is:

    ^unborn poetry cling to open wounds,^ to add an d on the end of cling.

    great job!!

  • 15 years ago

    by Goodbye

    Absolutely amazing writing. I am just astonished. Your flow and everything is just perfect. Thank you so much for sharing your masterpieces.

    Admiring your work,
    Noor