I sigh,
relevant to the winds howl...
gasping for breath
inside this hole.
My only possession,
My pen,
A friend...
that soothes my inner being,
tames the beast
crawling within.
And so,
My days are spent,
quietly writing,
enscribing all my thoughts on stone.
A check list of my years
spent in this domain.
And when I finish
the art I have done,
i lay back
and stare,
A smile spilled across my face,
making me
the person I am.
Author notes
I am...Victoria.
A contest entry
- Kindred Writer's (INVITE ONLY!!!) by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended March 25, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wooo! Ok.. love this.
Even the name is creative..
Great job!!!!!
Angie
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[Damn... I am struck with such a powerful poetic blow, I am just speechless, well almost! Rest of comment with held until the end...] Thank you so much for entering!
Here is the rest... You have a very refreshing way with your words - everything I have read from you has that angsty, yet hopeful and intriguing feel about it. This is a fine example of why I love your writing; thank you for sharing dearest!!! Take care!!!
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