A severed link has washed my hands
of all in life I could have had,
happiness now trapped in me
until upon the wind I see…
emotions wide, unfurled in flight,
as if brought forth from dreams of night
and, pen in hand, I take a note
writing with my heart each stroke
that bleeds upon the scenes within…
If I could say what I could say
openly to you or they,
you’d think me strange, you’d think me weak,
most likely some odd circus freak,
and I’d agree! That’s not the place,
the place is here, the soul-to-soul
that tell such tales of win and woe
with emotions normally held at bay…
I work a job, a lonely job
in a life I did not choose,
I wear these shoes because they fit;
because they fit, I’m writing here
to bring such winds that I have seen
that, through these words, I share with you.
Author notes
Contest note: for Bob...
other notes: the last stanza needed work...
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A contest entry
- What Makes A Poet? by pen-inhand.
1900 points, ended August 15, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Kelly says well done! Beautiful write. Reads well has wonderful flow. Your message is clear. Bob says I understand this poem. Where your coming form and why you write. I think you did a great job expressing yourself. Thank you for entering our contest and the best of luck to you! Kelly & Bob
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So many self-reflection poems of late! I really like your verse, rhyme, and use of repetitive words. The poem is very smooth, as if a quiet conversatoin. Congratulations on a keeper.
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thanks, Arsenic- a contest piece- daunting task, don't know how it'll measure up...
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