Here sit I, where I belong
In solitude immersed
Not alone, in strictest sense
Yet loneliness my curse
Bears down upon me daily
Escape it I cannot
Ensuing moments slowly,
Slowly watch me rot
Never smile, nor fond remembrance
No hand of care is found
To pull me from perturbed estate
Yet many are around
Unseen, my plight, or so I feel
My tales to all unknown
Safely veiled as ordinary,
Eloquent as stone
By my side you'll find one
I know that I should love
Beside me is another
Inspired by things above
I thought myself attractive
But no one looks my way
I truly wish for all to see
My beauty on display
So many things do I observe
Whilst settled at my perch
The mysteries of what I see
I ne'er for meaning search
Each proceeds by chosen way
In vanity their lot
Mired in prosaic living
Till the day they're not
I was crafted carefully
Each detail given thought
Wisdom, knowledge my companions
Things that can't be bought
Hear me out and you may see
The world has clearly changed
With eyes less fogged, the blur decreased
Your self was rearranged
Author notes
What is the one thing you're most likely to see? Probably the thing you love.
Written October 27th, 2005
A contest entry
- Picture This #1 by Samplette.
300 points, ended October 31, 2005, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Probably your best work that I have read so far.
The following
Mired in prosaic living
Till the day they're not
was a little disjointed, but the rest had great flow. Very discriptive, wonderful use of words. I hope to see another one like this very soon
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This is good, and I like the rhythmic rhyming..very nicely done. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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