Tomorrows lock their ropy arms
around self-condemnation,
tickling a bit of hope into reality.
Charlatans, japers, jesters,
their promises fragile as blown glass.
Deeds done deviously become more
than smoke in mirrors, instead etch
themselves upon the glass of fate.
Delusion is a dizzy dance where
feet become clumsy instruments of idiocy.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired. [furiae] by Naridill.
410 points, ended February 13, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for awarding me bronze in this contest - and for you time and effort in holding the contest.
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Line four - I find it listy. I think you could have found one word to sum them all up more fluently.
Apart from that - your word choice is intriguing and overall - beautifully penned.
Thanks for entering,
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beautifully written mommy wolfie your words capture alot and really add affect to the picture best of luck
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