Sitting cross legged, a monk in training
with eyes downcast.
Doubt, fear and other demons of uncertainty
claw their way in.
Crimson blood spills from broken lips as cold hard
reason subdues them.
A serene smile spreads across his, he had conquered,
had mastered himself.
Author notes
Err...
A contest entry
- Short and Sweet ...Quick contest. by Inside and out.
525 points, ended September 20, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Clever, creative and wonderfully descriptive. Well done dear poet. Thank you for entering
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"Err..."? What is that in the notes for? lol... Good poem anyways.... I think the "cold hard" is a bit cliche... perhaps something like "Crimson blood spills from broken lips as cold, crushing reason subdues them."? I dunno.... something not so cliche would be great... Good luck in the contest and good job!!!
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thanks
I agree with you about the cliche thing but i wrote it in less than 10 mins so give a sista a break.
And err means i didnt know what to say -
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you're not my sister though....
Wanna be?
~Asa of the Poets of Janitorial Assignments of Doom
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