the dame looks at the
fools meddling with
the sea and wind
finding fools distasteful,
the dame shoves
her fists
into the silent earth
hoping to escape the heartache
and headache,
those tormenting elements
the dame revels;
her hands in
glorified dirt
latched on, looking
for the fire
not knowing
that it's she,
who blazes like
the morning sun
Author notes
I may change the name.
A contest entry
- Friendships (contest) by misticmoonlite.
575 points, ended January 21, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Nice poem for friendships all over, the blaze can be shared within ones heart, thank you for this entry and good luck...mm
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