The Entrance
One night at 3 am I ventured beyond
this entry of wood. Behind it I found
a tiny man and woman dressed
all in blue, talking together about
the bards each of them knew. From the
beginning of time they’d read them all
yet couldn’t get enough of sounds
that rhyme, or the joy of a prose poem all
brand new. Open the door at your own
risk they said. Be aware of what you might
find. Be it exactly what you expected or
the surprise of someone’s so silent style.
For may be within that door lies a poet’s heart
beating red as a red, red rose;
fragrant as lilies, fancy as linen,
plain as flowers, and flowery as can be.
A contest entry
- WHAT LIES IN THERE? by R S Adams Jr.
1000 points, ended September 10, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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well done..
Narrative poetry as it should be with its vivid story and imagery. I am impressed by your phrasing and structure. There is rhythm with surprising enjambment.
I particularly like the flow and imagery of the last verse, which paints a serene picture.
Richard
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beating red...
This is great! Wonderfully put together work full of imagery and imagination.
Good luck in the contest!
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This is a great poem--full of vivid images and mystery. I like how at the turn of the poem we find what might be "a poet's heart." And to get there we take a journey through a narrative poem--just wonderful! Good luck in the contest!
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