More obdurate than a mountain range,
for time consumes
the flint within their veins,
and tempest splits the oak
that will not bend,
while willows weather storms
through season's change.
Now tired tolerance tilts upon the edge
as the abyss swallow patience once again.
Your blighted breath
would harness all four winds
for you would turn the windmill of the gods.
A contest entry
- And the word is: Flinty by NurseChilly.
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Comments
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Such beautiful alliteration in this piece, Di.
Congratulations!!
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strong stuff Di, I enjoyed the cutting flow and the great use of adjectives....
the ending of facing the wind and bending like willows is grand stuff...
well done and many thanks for entering this contest
G.x
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A Interesting poem that used a lot of big words that I admit are not in my common vocab, but it has a really nice flow to it, and reads almost like a song of sorts. The title is very eye catching, and suits it very nicely.
Good luck, and God Bless -
Wonderful
Excellent Di.
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