A view of many windows
with views of many to see.
The walls of stones
are plenty enclosed,
for sure darkness will be.
Stairs they climb
enough for a dove shalln' fly,
unknown to the beauty higher
where galaxies galore to inspire.
There I sit on my throne
in this castle built for my own.
Author notes
An artist who cannot love.
My computer wont let me insert the card symbols that you wanted for the contest, I have a windows computer...it might only work on the mac. I did read the rules though.
A contest entry
- Anything. by Andii.
600 points, ended September 15, 2007, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like this poem. I like how it is short and easy to read. The feeling of openness and emptiness and loneliness is so great in this poem. This is very well written. It's like you just took a handful of emotions and just splattered them down on the page. Almost like splatter painting. Perhaps the lack of color on this page represents the lack of love (as you have written down in the Author Notes). My favorite lines are the last two,
"There I sit on my throne
in this castle built for my own."
I think those two lines sum the poem up perfectly. Very well done.
Alex
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