Stand alone in the depths of adversity's waking
I am lost and my wond'rings are here for the taking
Holding fast to the days when the void was unfiltered
All my thoughts remain ill and my sway is unaltered
See the hour coming fast, coming now, coming sooner
Than the whispering seasons; horizon is broader
So I watch and I wait for the pleasing time seeking
While the fetlocks of winter blow softer, yet wreaking
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Written at 7th December 2005 at 15:23 GMT
For Mastering Meters 2 (grade A)
hypercatalectic anapestic tetrameter
D e f i n i t i v e F r e a k
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A contest entry
- the arc-en-ciel rounds. auditions. by cirque du soleil.
800 points, ended November 15, 50 entries
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brilliant
I loved this piece, laced with perfect metaphorical gems. You've used the concept of time as a rock of indefinite possibilities. You have captured the essence of love and I salute you
thank you for entering good luck in contest
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wow this yellow was a different background for me on ap even though i know its there lol yeah weird eh, this was a good write, thanks for sharing, keep up the awesome poetry, good luck here.
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great
Wow, that was really nice. The meter did not keep you from flowing in the least! I really liked your wording too. -
This must be it- and I see that I'm right. This is great, lucky you- with all your talent- a quality unfortunately that can't be passed on, or taught.
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