I stand at the mouth of oblivion
Happiness anchors my body from the dangers of the void
Slowly, erosion corrodes my core
eating my safety of the summit
Gutted with sorrow, I watch the Harpies of my joyful existence
Turn suit to attack my withering form.
Perilously close to the edge
My thin cord of hope holds taut, but for how long?
I patiently await the final blow.
A contest entry
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450 points, ended February 19, 2007, 101 entries
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Comments
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Oh very good the whole febble grip on life only to fall in the end is a favorite theme of mine. The imagery is great and the words really flow. Thanks for entering and best of luck!
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Not bad
Was very good, I like the rhythm and the inevitable fall toward oblivion, job well done -
Oooh...this is quite an overmined seam for contemporary poetry, but you inject it with a new lease of life by your use of unusual imagery, which makes it very enjoyable to read, I especially like the final two lines of the first stanza, such a powerful image
Maybe look at some of mine?
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