Step one –
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
George Gordon, Lord Byron
Mine –
Slipping through the night, bare feet upon bare Earth
Seeing stars, the moon, the sky, the heavens open to her
Step Two –
My dream involved being lost in the city and running along blank walls to try and find a way to get out, to get home again.
Strep Three –
My boss not appreciating anything I do! Always telling me to do more, when I’m already busy and running me off my feet for a minimum wage!.
Step Four –
Slipping through the night, bare feet upon bare Earth
Seeing stars, the moon, the sky, the heavens open to her
Escaping from the darkness, the bland city walls
Wishing, hoping, dreaming.
Entrapped in a hell of constant toil
Working, waiting, wanting
Always under the tyrants glare
Working, working, working
Nothing is ever good enough
Trapped, punished, help
Tears stream down, a beautiful face
Glory in her pain.
A contest entry
- Poem. Dream. Conflict. by Annalise.
3000 points, ended March 10, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ah. "She walks in beauty like the night"- the first poem I ever memorized. It's such a beautiful piece of work. Byron has always been one of my favorite poets.
My "real" boss is a bunch of CEOs and shareholders... and an old family in Japan. I don't exist to them. I'm #2456769434330 to them, working in a factory. Sometimes that suffocates me with the implication. Sigh.
I find it interesting that this exercise (for you) started with a beautiful piece of classical poetry and ended with the abrupt "Glory is her pain." That was quite a journey there.
Thank you for stopping in and lending your voice to this exercise.
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Brilliant take on the prompt and interestingly presented I do like how you drew it altogether in Step 4. Nice flow with some really good imagery you directed my thoughts as you guided the play painting the picture in words.Nicely crafted good luck in the contest.
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Oopsie... forgot these
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What a fascinating piece this was, I love how you have set this out... brilliant, goodluck in this contest
Karen
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