Spring melts rush in rock to gather,
tying limbs without a fist
to bottom out as foam resists
your secret bubble, bursting lather.
"I told you so", she said with authority
as If I didn't want to her driving,
but catch in twenty-two surviving
blows the trip in bruised minority.
So river run into your ocean,
leaving me in self denial,
where words are judged in different file
than first was thought, when thought was motion.
Either way, I find life wetter
than desert dream of one together.
A contest entry
- Wash Me Away by hoodoolover.
600 points, ended March 16, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very unique and a wonderful rhyming scheme, I like the playfulness in this piece, thanks very much for entering!
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I missed this one
Such a beautiful poem.....I can feel drops of water kissing my face when reading this....So very lovely, my friend....
Lynda
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"So river run into your ocean,
leaving me in self denial"
Water does seem to have a mind of its own, doesn't it, Scribe??? I enjoyed your rhyme scheme, as always...Grand penning, my Friend...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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