Before you recognise
artificial flowers
concocted from hypnotic hands,
they pronounce your foolish utterances
as tripe.
Try to elucidate
your authenticity
and you're stamped
as irrational.
Author notes
Quote - 'They slit our throats
Like we were flowers'
-MM-
40 words or less
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired. [40 words or Less] by Naridill.
450 points, ended March 24, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What an ending - the powerful stamp to a poem, is the last moment. The lasting effect wheres thin til then. And you pounced right.
Thanks for entering,
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Oh My!!
Wonderful take on the prompt
Love the word: tripe
Magnificently versed my Friend~~
Wooooooooo Hooooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Voice~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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A clever take on the prompt and smartly worded. Good luck in the contest.
until exhale,
Grimoire -
as always you have done a fantastic write for the prompt it speaks so much in many layers. well done gran
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Excellent!
Brilliant take on the quote prompt.
Wow, your quill is flowing with masterpieces tonight.
"Before you recognise
artficial flowers
concocted from hypnotic hands,
they pronounce your foolish utterances
as tripe."
How creative...Awesome!!!!
Wish you the best in the contest!
David
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I hate 'They(m)' too!
Very well written, granma, long time since i read you...
But you remain as precious in poetry, I simply love the last line
Much luck, shuvi
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