The world at our fingertips,
The ones they trust.
Out on the frontlines,
lady of dust.
Our flags and our fathers,
roses with a dirt crust,
Defending our honor,
lady of dust.
A family of men, together and alone,
fighting for us, each sword's thrust.
waiting for nothing,
lady of dust.
A contest entry
- Look at the picture and write me a poem ... by ecrivain01.
450 points, ended April 28, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Somehow ...
I don't think you've quite got the drift of the contest. This lady is made of men, who, according to the Bible, are probably dust of course, by this point since none of them are left alive. However, the poem seems to point up a lack of understanding of what I am looking for in this contest. Referring to those men as "dust" is significantly detracting from their pride and worth as human beings, and if you are referring to the Lady herself as dust, that's even more demeaning since I believe that she stands for something unique and very important in the annals of human history and progress.
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