What caotic thoughts may pass
through one's dying mind?
Death settles within the corners
of thought...
who can complain?
Knowing no depth of Sheol
...can char love.
Author notes
Prompt:
“And she, dying again, made no complaint
(for what complaint had she save that she was loved?)”
It was in a epic poem, Metamorphoses By Ovid
A contest entry
- 10x25x60 Quickie by Medea.
600 points, ended May 5, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Congratulations on a truly deserved gold. Well done. ~Pamela
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What a brilliant little piece this is. I like the questioning in the first stanza and it really rolls into the soul. A lovely job indeed, take a bow.
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Well done to this prompt. Best of luck in the contest. ~Pamela
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