I see that I have not
Prevailed upon this world yet.
My pen does not swirl
the words sharp enough
to cut into the heart.
Give me time.
I’m still gilding my sword
dreaming of the day
when my words
cut you to pieces.
In a list
A contest entry
- Move me! Anything goes. by Temprance.
450 points, ended June 10, 54 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I can think of a few people I feel this way about. I really enjoyed the metaphore in this poem. The last verse really gave it power.
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Ouch, I moved, in fact, I jumped out of the way.
Well done. Short and powerful. Well done my friend. ~Pamela 
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