Nette Onclaud Poet Lyric

Alone

In chain-link of night
that beckons trees to crawl
stale the wink of stars inked by tears,

holding her captive within sweet
time’s passage,as his farewell voice
chafes a widowed skin;

and a body wrought from need
of safe refuge denied by rain,
pierces curved bones

while traces of evening pale follows
her gait quite slow as tresses bow,
on aisles of candles waning

till maiden veil slips on arms,
prized keepsake treasured well
on anniversary spent alone.


7/12/2015
Contest: Brevity--The Short Of It
*less than 100 words

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Viv Wigley July 15, 2015 at 10:37 PM Lovely win, Nette, well done. Viv x

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 1:45 AM Nette, Congrats on your win. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Skat A July 14, 2015 at 12:10 AM Nette, Congratulations on your sweet win. Love SKAT

Ovidiu Bocsa July 13, 2015 at 2:50 PM There are delightful 1001 nights in your less 100 words.

Emmanuel Brian Oule July 13, 2015 at 1:17 PM Hola, Congs i loved this piece my dear. wowo, owesome Bryan Loves

Jan Allison July 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM Dropping back with my congrats Nette:-) hugs Jan xx

Casarah Nance July 13, 2015 at 8:53 AM Very descriptive with an air of sadness. Nicely done :)

Afolabi Muideen July 13, 2015 at 7:23 AM A wonderful and excellent write here.......A.M.

Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2015 at 5:44 PM what a sad one this is. But so beautifully done.

Shadow Hamilton July 12, 2015 at 3:57 PM haunting and despairing Nette powerful pen gl in contest hugs 7

David Meade July 12, 2015 at 1:38 PM You captured the deep grief-pain of a love lost but left the impression of a strong woman, filled with precious memories that provides fuel to continue to live well and when her time comes to meet death with passion and courage! Such is the gift of departing lovers. 7

Leon Datu July 12, 2015 at 12:40 PM It is definitely painful to read, but at the same time, there is a certain bitter sweetness about it with how you made the images and this excellent poem stay in my mind!

Anne-Lise Andresen July 12, 2015 at 11:57 AM - A deep and sorrowful poem, dear Nette - I wish you luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison July 12, 2015 at 10:53 AM Oh Nette great intense imagery and what a sad an ending - great twist to the story good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx7