I'm going out on a limb
To set my gears in motion
I need some oil
To help fight off this rust
Slowly but surely
My gears, they start turning
I grab my notebook
And start to write
Spinning a story
On a grand scale
But heard by no one
For this limb
Is a fortress of solitude
Impenetrable, yet open
I go out here each day
Writing line after line
With gears spinning freely
My mind opens wide
The story isn't what's written
It's what's in between the lines
A contest entry
- Not another titles contest.... by Andu.
450 points, ended July 13, 2007, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
comments from the peanut gallery
Comments
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Ah, interesting... i like how you leave this poem so open to interpretation. I also like the way you seem to have taken a step in the dark in this poem, and i like the way you put a significant effort into making this move... writing is a lot like living, I think that we do a lot of our living through our writing... this poem is certainly an interesting and thought provoking write, well done!
Thanks for your entery and good luck!
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