Welcome to contest seventy...
Use the following confession as inspiration for a poem consisting of 17-34 words:
"the girl i love plays the violin, and she knows that i love the beauty hidden to her within her soul. regrettably she floats away like dust drifting in the wind. not a word is spoken, time creates the gap, days pass and soon all love is over ripened. the girl i loved still plays the violin. alone."
-Anonymous, from website: grouphug.us
Best of luck...
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on July 22
- Rewards: Gold: 300
- Final notes:
Thank you all for your fantastic entries.
1. at a distance, I break a bridge to keep love
2. from the doorway
3. viol
Congrats.
Contest Winners
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Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Entries [9]
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Drifting from all who love.
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Frustrating fiddle• Commented on by judge.
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She does not see the beauty I see. The way the wind blows through her hair.by Swan song 7 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 19 6:55 PM• Commented on by judge.
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Comments
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thanks for hosting & for the silver...congrats to Hensley & matthew- ...a
to each of them...lol.
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Thanks so much :)
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Thanks for the contest; enjoyed working from the "confessions" prompt. Congratulations to the winners.
Marlene
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