The wheels,
Presented to me in a palette of variegated color,
Were at once opaque,
And full of holes;
A step was all, present, betwixt fate and reason,
And, upon surmounting it,
Eloquent speech was heard in my hands,
Reflecting the monotone white of the siding.
O! That laugh!
The sonorous timbre that assailed my mind
Returns not to unaccustomed ears,
And in kind,
My whispers no longer pierce thine.
Memories of antique lands,
Through which we were conveyed,
Remain now but archaic speech.
The old man, now smiling,
Bends over the barren roads.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE, ENDS SUNDAY by TheRoughDraft.
380 points, ended April 20, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Best of the Best Final by xXFreedom-of-LoveXx.
395 points, ended June 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congrats on winning the bronze piece for this work. Very deserving of a higher trophy, I think, however. Anyhow, nicely worded. I liked.
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The vagueness of your descriptions is thought provoking. I appreciate a poet that has the ability to make you stop and think. It isn't one of those pieces that you just run through, you have to take your time with it and I applaud that. Great imagery as well. ~mandie~
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Thanks for joining my contest
take care
good luck
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Wow! This speaks volumes. I love your vague descriptions,makes you think, therefore appreciate the poem more. Such images;
'Eloquent speech was heard in my hands,
Reflecting the monotone white of the siding.'
that is just wonderful. I really like this one.
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