Friday, November 09, 2012

The Golden Veil



The eyes that speak
Through the golden veil
Damp at the edges
Sharp at the core.

She hides those tears
Longing for his touch
The patience unmasked
Shouts bare promises.

Futile hope
Wrinkles her smile
The fingers once curled
Now lost in the wood.

The wood of darkness
A void in her heart
Embracing her misery
She shouts in silence.

Her lips painted red
For kisses to be exchanged
They remind her of failure
And throbbing pain within.

The eyes that speak
Through the golden veil
Damp at the edges
Sharp at the core.



This Poem is shared with Picture It And Write.






27 comments:

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    1. And I must also mention, Mr. Speck, you are one creative guy :)

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    2. Thank You so much Kiara ... this means a lot to me :-)

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  2. Futile hope
    Wrinkles her smile
    The fingers once curled
    Now lost in the wood

    Sadly it is a quaint picture of disappointment. Wonderful write GS!

    Hank

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  3. Lots of talent and wisdom in your poetry and wonderful emotion ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^

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  4. Vivid lines. Thanks for sharing this.

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  5. Oh my goodness. Amrit!! You out did yourself on this one.. It's absolutely beautiful and the imagery you painted is simply stunning. This is truly amazing! Thank you so much for sharing this.

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  6. I enjoyed the way this poem progressed; and repeating the first stanza at the end really heightened the impact. Well written to prompt as well.

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  7. longing and failure in love so poignantly described...congrats for this one!

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  8. THAT... was breathtakingly beautiful!!

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  9. Aww how sad. Brilliant imagery.

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  10. That first stanza repeated at the end is stunning. Love the poem.

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  11. Great use of repetition! Beautiful work, Green Speck. Sharp at the core! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write.

    - Ermisenda

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  12. It does look beautiful ... as long as it lasts ... o, Mr.G ...

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