If feeling thin, in growing taller
arms of flame will touch the caller.
Break upon the rocks, a wave
of inspiration- bold and brave!
Breathe within with life anew
a wind from eastern skies of blue.
Return to me, o blessed one!
And bring me to the day.
A contest entry
- Weave Me Into Your Magick Spell by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended January 14, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nicely written for a short piece. Nice flow for the most part, but that last line kind of threw me off.
Thank you for entering and good luck
Storm -
wonderful flow... I find the phrasing a bit awkward in line 1 of stanza 2 because the word "within" is followed immediately by the word "with" ...other than that, this is beautiful and I cannot find another flaw with it...
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So it seems before the end of this poem you have been living in the dark...and...it also seems by the first stanza that everytime you do something else you stretch yourself even thinner until finally breaking. Very short and sweet...btw counsin....I've been collecting your poetry...I find some refuge and inspiration of my own within yours...and my English teacher has enjoyed your iambic pentameters
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