I run through the field,
My skirt billowing behind me
As if it were alive.
Faster and faster I run.
Nobody can catch me.
I grow tired,
Yet somehow unwilling to rest.
I tell myself to keep going, but i can't.
I stop.
Just a pause in a day
That seems to go on forever.
A contest entry
- SPRING FEVER Judged by RedwingSpirit.
475 points, ended March 5, 2008, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 10 options for the creative poet (3) by bananasfoster42.
700 points, ended June 17, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I know the feeling of running, being exhausted, but not willing to stop. I like the to-the-point style in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
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awesome poem, thanks for the entry!
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Great write you for got to capitalize one I though oops happens to us all. Thanks for taken the time to enter this poem into my contest I wish you the best of luck
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interesting... it's very short, but I think for this poem it's a good thing. I like the mystery in this poem, you let the reader interpret it! I like the imagery!
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