He slipped softly on slippered feet,
the hardwood hall humored his dance,
and his anemic arms reached for romance,
despite the interpretive dance of defeat.
His bathrobe balefully brushed the floor,
music crescendos muscles can’t anymore.
He collapsed in a red cushioned seat,
realized with bitter regret the mischance
and a fine heart was flooded with cant’s,
but the blood brushed by with the beat.
He rises like the sun so sadly to meet
the ghost of the past like a white wet sheet.
Author notes
Ryhme scheme- abbaccabbacc
"My Mark on My Wall"
A contest entry
- Come One! Come All! by redmarkonthewall.
660 points, ended April 3, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This could also be mixed with option 2! Good alliteration and rhyme scheme is good! Thanks for this well written entry and good luck to you!
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I really liked the rhym n the alliteration. But most of all i liked the ending idea 'he rises like the sun...'
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i like it. expecially "and his anemic arms reached for romance, despite the interpretive dance of defeat."
and nice rhyming
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