Stultified ignorance,
sealed in hatred's guise
silent monoliths.
Rebellion grows
as souls awaken.
Light only penetrates
small chinks in armor
where love remained.
Ancient bonds crumble
as the Goddess whispers
deep into the night.
Jubilant echoes of peace take flight.
A contest entry
- Forty Words ~ Twenty-four hours by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended May 10, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Even though you have used the word 'ancient' in this piece, I still have to say it does have a very ancient feel, even if the word wasn't there, it's like a snapshot or a veiled vision into a distant forgotten history. It gives the reader so much to play with mentally.
Good write.
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Bravo Daaahling! Been busy and haven't had lots of time to read you but when I get a chance it's always a pleasure
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Congratulations on the HM. It's good to read your work again. I can relate to the triumph of flight even though I'm firmly grounded on most occasions. Your choice of words definately adds to the impact of the poem.
Sincerely
Leo Long
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Ancient bonds crumble..love this stanza .. beautifully written to the prompt photo!
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Beautiful! You have gone beyong the picture and given me a story of sorts that lies within the stones standing there. Thanks for entering. Best of luck to you!
Blessings
Bel
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