hands are warped bones
broken, alone
the bullets pierce life through and through
no bleeding from wrists, the skies dawn
dust settled, the echoes are gone
mists of night cast eerie voodoo
no bleeding from wrists, the skies dawn
rising water tides, death ensues
there is so much we never knew
dust settled, the echoes are gone
hands are warped bones
no bleeding from wrists, the skies dawn
words left from memory of you
dust settled, the echoes are gone
broken, alone
broken, alone
hands are warped bones
Author notes
meditative ballad: http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2340170
picture credit: http://gilad.deviantart.com/art/Casualty-of-War-69916654
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This is interesting... I'm not familiar with the form, but you have piqued my interest, thus I am off to read your column.
Also, the repetition of 'hands are warped bones' only served to strengthen the work. Thank you for entering.
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this is very dark. I don't know what else to say. It has good rhyme and the form is great. It just put me in a dark mood ...
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Hmmmmm ...
indigestion? Just kidding.
It certainly is dark, and it seems to work on its own level, so that's really all anyone could ask, I guess.
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Dark and deep imagery flows within these words a grand take on the prompt written with talent I love to see poetry written in form thank you for this entry
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Wonderful imagery throughout this very beautifully and emotionally profound meditative ballad! You penned an excellent piece with your prompt!!
All my best to you in the contest!
Jasminerose
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wow! Excellent ballad! Really well done!
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thanks
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Your prompt will be: War
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