success is only accomplishment
broken up into syllables i can't seem to pronounce
these dreams all layered with hopes and fears
and at the bottom is greatness
where there is only black, and the echo
of my heart orchestrating the rhythm
of it's own sorrow
i will keep casting pennies
into this well of confusion
watch the way my reflection is tainted
by the shimmering persuasion of possibility
in this place where sadness consumes
and all else is fruit, forbidden
Author notes
Pen name - versesonflesh
Option number #4
forbidden
echo
confusion
tainted
layered
heart
syllables
shimmering
(Personal note- I don't always cap. No english lessons, please, if I were writing a novel I would ask for your editing expertise. Since I'm writing a poem accept it is my poem, my preference.)
A contest entry
- Learning To Fly~ (For the group "Poets WIth Feathers") by poet2angels.
2200 points, ended November 13, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I miss reading your words, i miss our little chats. Very well written with such melancholy angst. Searching for answers that aren't always clear cut...a visionary.
wonderful job dear Jamie. -
such sadness
well done,
thanks for sharing.
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Sad and beautifully written...You always amaze me and this is no exception...Such beauty and sorrow... excellence in every line...
and as far as editing, there would be no reason...you are brilliant and as you said YOUR POEM...I wish everyone saw it that way as it should be...
Lynda
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and the echo
of my heart orchestrating the rhythm
of it's own sorrow
these words alone are worth reading in this,
well done,and such saddness.
thanks for sharing.
Wolf
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Great job with the words you chose to use from the bank. "casting pennies into the well of confusion" is a great line. well done and best wishes to you.
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