I lead my legions to the war of solitude
Across snow-dusted hills and frozen lakes
I knew I would not win – I wish I could
But there’s no winning with truth at stake...
Now then, my battle’s lost… Oh, God!
Black corpses etch the whitened Earth
And all this sweat, and all this blood
Is just to catch the true word’s worth...
Author notes
Alexandra (Jan) Laktiona,
Kazakhstan
A contest entry
- Add a verse. for Tapestry of poets world record attempt by Janice M Pickett.
360 points, ended August 17, 2007, 144 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thanks so much this is excellent.
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you have created fantastic imagery within this rather metaphorical write very well done to you and good luck in the contest you have entered
laura xx
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Short but to the point.I say short because I can't seem to write ones of this length and be able to convey all I am feeling,thinking etc lol.You have captured so much in so few lines and the image magic you create with your words is excellent!
Well done with the first and last lines too.Opened well and rounded it off nicely!
Chenoa
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Thank you very much. It's short - I guess it has to be so for the contest purposes. I'm glad that you liked it - though I'm sure it still needs work. I haven't written for a long while and so I'm happy to learn that I might still remember something about it.
Thanks again,
Jan
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