Unaware I was,
As a child
Of eighteen,
Of the power
Over men
I was handed.
Tight skin,
Firm thighs,
Pert breasts,
Bright eyes;
With my body
Their attention
I commanded.
Now much sand
Has flowed by,
To shape
My features
With love
And birth
And pain.
A woman now strides
Past gazes that savor
A fine wine
Aged ten thousand days.
A contest entry
- show me again by slipperssun.
800 points, ended October 26, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Black, White, And Shades of Gray. -Contrast- by sleepingINblackRain.
700 points, ended November 9, 2007, 19 entries
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700 points, ended December 6, 2007, 25 entries
Silver trophy winner
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What did you think
Comments
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Wow- this was stunning- I loved the rythem and the rhyme of this- it was simple yet it held a lot of substance- good job! Thanks for the wonderful read!
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Beautiful poem, the flow in the begining threw me off, but it picked back up. thanks for entering
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lol i loove what you done for this write... thank you for the entry into my contest and i wish you well...
cheers
Jen
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