forgiveness wrung out
of the wounded soul washes
inflicting hand and
removes infection's black seeds
Diane L. Busch
Author notes
A simple four line poem with a syllable count of
5,7,5,7. Rhyme is optional.
They can be chained as other forms sometimes are
and there is no restrictions as to content except
that each stanza must contain metaphor.
A contest entry
- Quadraphor Challenge III by sheltered.
525 points, ended June 20, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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What a powerful piece! Exquisitivly poignant. I don't know what else to say but Wow! I throw roses at your feat!
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Thank you so very much for your beautiful roses and kind applause!
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