There seems to be not end in sight
when spirit soars to form of flight,
not land - nor sea - nor universe
can bar the soul from well wrote verse.
So travels to that distant place
are welcomed by a form of grace,
waste not want ~ for haste of read,
a mighty oak was once a seed!
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Author notes
* edited 2/5/07
A contest entry
- Can You? [A Challenge Waiting For A Call!!] by crimson rose 247.
500 points, ended February 7, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think about this poem!!
Comments
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Your words are so true. Every masterpiece began as an embryo of inspiration and a glob of ink or oil. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
I dont know if the rhyming scheme worked well enough in the two lines before the ending couplet, but i can say this I love the flow of words and how you get my eyes to travel, not only in the words depicted but in the flow of ideas and imagery. I would have thought you could have done better in the punctuation, so to make it two sentences. I really see that happening.
I am no fond of '...' only when it works, here it seems weak, try something else.
Other than that it is a pretty good write. Good luck and thank you!
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