Can you hear it? Coming quickly,
A train of change, ready to bowl,
Ready to invade, to impact,
Like massive tidal waves of vine.
A train of change, ready to bowl,
He's coming to take me down, out.
(He'll throw a 300 on me...)
The lanes are waxed. Here comes the ball
Ready to invade, to impact.
I'm not ready for the sound crash.
(But I know why we need clean lanes...)
I will be when I look the part-
Like massive tidal waves of vine,
Jesus is my morning glory.
Let Your light cover my windows
As you set up another frame.
A contest entry
- NO GREENS - ROUND 2 - Invitation Only by Pamela A Lamppa.
3000 points, ended January 20, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I too see conection to the prompt in this poem.
thanks for the entry
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Your form is spot on with the counts and structure. I had a little trouble finding the green, perhaps the vine reference. I do see some simile. Nice entry to this round. Thank you so much. ~Pamela
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