She chips away
at the inundation
of chalky
white noise,
that pushes, shoves,
in rudimentary insolence
against definition.
Led
to a farther reach,
shown the open door,
I follow.
A contest entry
- Open Theme- 500th Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended April 12, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, Muse as Guide. What a great write. Thank you so much for entering...
white noise....what a great description.... -
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Thank you Carol, for hosting this contest.
Paul
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Always follow when the muse beckons..well done, poet. Good luck in the contest.
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Thank you NeonRose for reading and commenting.
Paul
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this is a great piece, trouble is, the metaphor doesn't seem to follow the contest... just being honest... but, other than that it's great!
mike, aka jonathan wikkins -
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"She" refers to my writing muse, Johnathan. The poem is about how my muse clears my head to give me the ability to write.
The charge here was to write something out-of-the-box about the subject of writing. In doing that, I run the risk of being too obscure and I guess that's what you are saying.
Thank you for your comment.
Paul
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