One night I witnessed the sky turn indigo –
A vibrant clash that screamed for me to go
Further out onto life’s proverbial isthmus
And tempt my face with ambition’s mist.
The next day I pondered in my bed of zinnias;
I wondered still if I didn’t deserve any of
The brilliant fame pulled from a tempest
That drew a war and won a princess?
But oh I’ve yearned to join a legion –
Marching strict, such fine, tweaked engines.
Shame, a girl can’t march with them,
So I shine in the light! And I shun my muslin.
But I can only dream of this unnatural miracle,
And understand my longings are merely satirical.
So I must churn my desires – abolish and harvest
The flowers among weeds and replant my footprints.
A contest entry
- Mission: Difficult IV by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 29, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"The next day I pondered in my bed of zinnias;
I wondered still if I didn’t deserve any of
The brilliant fame pulled from a tempest
That drew a war and won a princess?"
This was sweet and very innocent. It reminded me of a child-hood story...except written in prose and more complicated words. I love it. Great job.
Blaiyne
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Great job weaving the rhyme into your poem. It definitely flows together and makes sense, which is difficult to do when you put these words together. Thanks for entering.
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