Born
Cradled in broken glass
Fought on concrete curtilage
Descended to depravity's depths
Died
Born
Cradled in lavish lace
Played on velvet green fields
Rose to pleasure's heights
Died
Author notes
29 words
A contest entry
- brevity by Melissa Gayle.
5500 points, ended November 25, 2007, 21 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great contasting vignettes. So true no matter what our station in life, we all are born and we die. No amount of money can alter this truth... yet?
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excellent~
Love the images and the metaphors you used in this one...
Perfect
Hugs
Susan~~~
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I like the contrast, really cool that you actually did 2 poems ..in under 30 words that tie into each other and stand alone as well. Great job.
Good luck
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