Yesterday-
I bent the wheel
of fate
I lived-
to see tomorrow
and I wrote a poem,
speaking of flowers
dying--
there was no assurance
i’d breathe today
[only destiny]
and tonight, as I strip myself
to lay upon
the unkempt bed
…a naked lamb
again, I await
the axe to fall
with hopes,
the morning soon
arrives.
A contest entry
- 5000 points winner takes all. Easy stuff. by Nogod.
5000 points, ended March 3, 2008, 24 entries
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We never know what the end of the day will bring, much less tomorrow. Very well written. I think I need to go to the ATM.(j/j) Will read some more later.
Kelli
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Think we feel like this every day, hoping that we wake up to live another day. We only remember the real special ones in which we did some out of the ordinary things. Time flies by too quickly. One day we too will be gone. Am I ever in a good mood this evening....all this from reading your poem, LOL
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You, my poet, always write "out-of-the box". This is a subject we all take for granted! I don not. I STILL say the old child's prayer, "now I lay me down to sleep!....." So, you sleep naked?
what's your address? Curiosty might kill the cat, but I still have a few lives left! 
Shana
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Excellent!
I love the shifts in here, especially the one at "Dying--".
I like mine, but I really think you shaded me here. I wish I had the balls to mess with structure and punctuation like this. Many do, but I'm often just, erm, distracted. I like to read the good stuff aloud, try to hear it the way the poet wrote it.
Here, those tools guided me to an understanding of how you would read it. Groovy!
It's got a sort of Zen feel. Well done, best of luck.
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Wow, beautiful. So true... especially the closing parts are so powerful and true indeed! Lovely; hope you get that 5000, Mal
- namita
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