I
would
just simply
love to hear that
wonderful sound that
has emanated inside my
heart for so long—as long as
I can remember. Those little girl’s
dreams of hearing golden, gilded tokens
clanging, writhing, inside satin pockets
as she steps onto a cold, winter
morning and visits every
place that can bring
her joy. Greed
has always
been with
her;
with
me.
Author notes
For the contest "Shape of Impact." Supposed to write a shape poem.
A contest entry
- Shape of Impact by Gossamer Guile.
900 points, ended December 20, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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I love this, you did a great job...i sadly feel that my poem is insignificant to yours.
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Beautifully written. This piece is short, clear, and perfectly captures the mood. Thank you for taking the time to enter. Well done.
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