Your hands were cupped to catch the rain,
Though time had stopped, the war was won.
What little faith we'd rationed splintered and dispersed,
Like scattered seeds into the wind.
You read the conflict in my face,
As this bitter story played out in front of your eyes.
You knew how it must end, but still
With knowledge full, you made it so.
Author notes
just.a.phase.
A contest entry
- PRE-WRITES! ROUNDS CONTEST!!! by Luminescence.
525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 176 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very nicely done... I really enjoyed reading this one a lot...
Title- 10
Diction- 9
Syyntax- 9
Wowness factor- 10
Total- 38 GREAT score... almost an automatic bump...
Thank you so much for entering and participating in my contest and good luck,
~lumin
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good job! keep it up!
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Thanks
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