A faucet with no handles
gushes uncontrollably
and with no forewarning
A rotted apple,
somehow still hanging
from it's limb
Blindfold me,
give me a spin;
Then tell me to find my way home
A contest entry
- Irony by Kiusha.
1050 points, ended September 3, 2007, 10 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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I loved the handle-less faucet idea. The first to stanzas were wonderful. I did, however, find connecting the last stanza to the first two hard. I'd love it if I can could get some clarification.
I-Araxie-I
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Each stanza was describing my emotions, the last stanza was trying to describe not knowing where to go.....being "lost" ( especially from expectations of others), I know the piece was a bit cryptic....I find when I write things that are very personal my message sometimes gets lost to readers .
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It happens
I remember when I lost in a competition because the judge couldn't decipher what I was saying while I thought it was clear at the time I was writing. I'm not saying this is bad; not at all. I just had a hard time connecting.
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