Sunday, July 08, 2007

Lend me a Line

It's group poem time again. Each one so far has turned out amazingly unique. Here's a line to start with:


She stands, still as silence,
the tip of her tongue
is at last the debris
in her unsculpted substance.

Her eyes look restlessly
at the sun's setting brilliance.

The breath is a lie
causing muted violence,
breaching silences that should never have
lasted beyond the first whispered prayer-

a semaphore of heart as to be perceived,
the drop of tear her eye conceived



First line by Sara

Lines 2, 3, 4 by Crimsonflaw


Lines 5 and 6 by Lioness.

Lines 7 and 8 by Dream Catcher

Lines 9 and 10 by Deb

Lines 11 and 12 by Dream Catcher



Thanks, poets, for heloing to shape this piece. I love when members of our blogroll jump in to make this site a better place. Remember this blog belongs to the poets linked here, not me alone, so if you have any ideas for posts let me know.

Your Blog Manager,
Sara from The Shores of My Dreams

7 comments:

crimsonflaw said...

the tip of her tongue
is at last the debris
in her unsculpted substance

Lioness said...

Her eyes look restlessly
at the sun's setting brilliance

writerwoman said...

Breathtaking line, Crimsonflaw.

writerwoman said...

Great contribution, Lioness. Do you want me to link to your site? What is the URL?

Dream Catcher said...

the breath is a lie
causing muted violence

deb said...

breaching silences that should never have
lasted beyond the first whispered prayer

Dream catcher said...

a semaphore of heart as to be perceived
the drop of tear her eye conceived