The pen dances,
sweeping from hearts song
of desire;
scratching in aching longing
of past memories.
Composing in
swanlike flow,
graceful, elegance;
prying into
past enclosures.
All around
the evidence
that cannot be
discarded;
a room locked in time,
the scribe
an eloquent martyr
to destiny.
A contest entry
- the room i write in by truembrace.
600 points, ended July 20, 2007, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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beautiful... an enchanting
piece with an almost musical quality/flow to it!
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such a lovely way to end this poem, "a willing martyr to destiny." well, I think eloquent is a more exact word. I like that this evolves into the room versus having the room encompass the piece as a whole. that certainly made this poem very different...
yes - definitely eloquent...
thanks so much for entering.
Kim -
Excellent work, this is really a stunning piece, cleverly...much deeper than at first appearance. I truly enjoyed your imagery
~tia
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A wonderfully well-crafted and carefuly considered poem that was a real pleasure to read.
D.D.M.
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nice! It really describes what it feels like to write.
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Wow! I love this. Another beautifully written piece. The imagery is amazing and the flow is perfect. The last stanza knocked me out. Great!
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an awsome poem which describes a poets and writers pen wonderfully i think
very descriptive and true, almost makes the pen seem as if it has a will of its own
well done and good luck
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