in
those small,
stolen days
(reclusive, short)
I can't tell-- the melt,
the washing away of
(worry, doubt, fear) everything--
Laughter seals the cracks, fills the holes
and in these moments, I'm whole-- I'm free.
Author notes
Been down and out.
A contest entry
- All Your Poems Are Belong To Me by Samantha Amergirdol.
1000 points, ended September 6, 2007, 106 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was nice. I liked the feel of it and the words you chose: "stolen days" reminds me of Shakespeare in Love and its "stolen season". I hope you're on the mend...
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"in
those small,
stolen days
(reclusive, short)
I can't tell-- the melt"
so that is almost half of it.......
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easy going
not only do I like the simplicity of the poem but I also like how the poem looks, the line configuration, which creates a downward slope like you're melting into life after a long hard frost with reclusive short days. really good.
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