To your trembling eyes, I spoke in earnest;
For voice, I tried to muster my sternest,
While the truth I swathed in subtlety
So as to not verbally throttle thee.
Yet as headstrong as the lore-spoken legion
Of men mastering the waters Phrygian,
The words soon rolled to a terrible tempest
And my mistake, sadly, could not be effaced.
Oh, how this tragedy seemed stilled in a camera,
One watching love cast off as old ephemera!
A contest entry
- Mission: Difficult IV by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 29, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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terribly sad. amazing how beautiful its written, though. you have a really interesting poem here, i love it.
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I am terribly sorry for the generic comment. I have no good excuse, but it is a bit of a switch going from first to third shift. Please know that I did judge fairly and the winners of the contest will be who pixxie and I thought should win and not just on a roll of the dice.
Thank you kindly for entering my contest. -
You molded this word bank to do exactly what you wanted it to. Well-done. You've composed a poem that flows nicely and makes sense. Not so easily done with these word choices. Thanks for entering.
Please do not respond to this until after the contest is over should you choose to do so. I am co-judging and would like your entry to remain anonymous. Thanks! --->pixxie<---
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