You thought me art,
but I danced away.
And now you call "Theater!"
but I still don't answer.
I am a critic now,
of food and wonder
of man-made and natural.
And so for my attention
you produce something to sample-
I don't publish it. No,
I ride away, your intentions
still in my grasp-
wanting only
to keep you for myself.
A contest entry
- fornication by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended March 30, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Good Job. i Like it!
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I want so badly to find some way to help you improve your work...but this just sits perfect in my mind. "Theater, critic" wonderful connection. You took an adult prompt and made it philosophical. Well done!
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i liked this muchly
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Yayness, thank you.
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How unique is this! Loved it.
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Thanks, I hope Mel likes it too. <3
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