A spark ignites; new life.
Orange feathers of light begin dance on pointe
across a tight rope of opportunity,
stumbling like a deer learning to stand.
The winds of fate are tampered with,
whispering selfish cries that suffocate
the flame that has yet to burn the wick.
Author notes
Sorry for the lack of an original title.
Pro-life.
A contest entry
- Abortion. by DAMSELx.
450 points, ended June 15, 2008, 38 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
let me know how you like it =]
Comments
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It's a real joy to read a pro life poem. Especially one that is this good. I love your creative language here. It speaks volumes.
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Wow, I really enjoyed this piece. Ya, so, your title wasn't original, but it is the content of your poem that matters and you did a very fine job with that. I love your metaphor with life as flame. Very nicely done!
Thank you for your entry, best of luck
--DAMSELx
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