Monday, 7 March 2011

his prayer



He prayed that her bright curls would tarnish,
that her lips would lose their varnish,
that the iron in her eyes would rust and seal them shut


Yet in his gut
he knew that long before, he'd flake from lust
and turn to dust -
exponentially, as his desire
grew.

50 word poem, photo and artwork by Lisa Falzon
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5 comments:

  1. Marie Claire9 March 2011 at 08:34

    I am absolutely in love with this poem.

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  2. Tami Cohen9 March 2011 at 17:29

    have vistited etsy. oh my i am in love with several items

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  3. Tami Cohen9 March 2011 at 17:29

    have visited etsy. oh my i am in love with several items

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  4. Lacy23 May 2011 at 15:13

    This is excellent.

    http://ladala.blogspot.com/

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  5. The Veracious Wordsmith10 December 2011 at 22:02

    Love this poem. I must say, your are a very good writer.
    http://withabookontheside.blogspot.com/

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