Have you noticed how grass grows;
the tiny creases, lines and cracks.
It is gray, to stumble on it
with leathered heels. I squash
the blades with stab and ignorance
Perhaps, I think about your heart.
For the silent sadness it never tells,
leaving me like the tiny cracks
in concrete smiles. To strain, widen
then swallow the decadence of such
wonder
If I could explain the green
other than a cat with jeweled eyes;
ocean in its slumber, calm and peaceful.
It maybe I could describe those eyes,
the sorrow contained and the pique
of curiosity to see me without coat
or frock and parasol. Cast down, demure
with evil thoughts not unlike
any other man that I have known
Yet I return to that single blade
crushed and bent beneath my shoe,
bought in girlish wonder at pleasing
and not in huff of silence
waiting for you to forgive me
I am indeed, your blade of grass,
flattened to the floor and bleeding
until the rain does fall
Author notes
I chose 1st option: Emily Dickinson
In a list
A contest entry
- #103 Winklings and all of AP celebrate the 4th by Winklings.
2750 points, ended July 12, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Had to come back and tell you that the right person got the gold for sure! Congratulations on writing this superb poem.
~ Joyce
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congratulations on your great poem.
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Thank you for your entry
Yes, this does read like Emily Dickinson. Such comparisons are rarely made, yet if you are used to looking down, you can make such as I feel she often was. She had a melancholy about her that never seemed to dissapate.
Well written and nice form. Very forlorn and sad. Thank you for your thoughts
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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Until yesterday this feeling was foreign to me. It's like the only reason you exist is to give someone who doesn't care about you a place to walk where they won't get their shoes muddy. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Yeah but did I do Miss Emily justice or not???
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I'm sorry, but I have to say this inane response: WOW. You have written beautifully of how we hurt, often unintentionally, the ones we love and how we are willing to be "flattened to the floor" (until "the rain does fall") waiting for it.
I think you have done Miss Emily justice.
Good luck in the contest. ~ Joyce
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Well I was going to rhyme this, but felt I wouldn't do as much if I tried to be her, so I just lent my own voice to her thoughts. I am so glad you think it works. Love, Chez
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Deep and very beaufiful I like this another well written poem dear!
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Has never been a strong suit to write like others, I write like me lol but I gave it a go
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Ah, so beautiful and so sad. The comparison to the single blade of grass, forgotten by all but the that tiny blade tiself. Wonderfully written by your skilled pen!
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This was one of those challenges I didn't really know where to go with and I was watching Wimbledon lol and grass sort of just fit the way I was feeling lol. Thanks sis.
Love, C
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very good
You held my attention to the very end. God job...mac
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very good
You held my attention to the very end. God job...mac
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I really am pleased that you did venture into the world of Emily Dickinson. You do love a challenge. This is amazing as usual.
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Dear God this is beautiful! I am in awe my dear as this is a most powerful work of poetic art. *sigh*
All the best in the contest.
Love and peace always,
mj.
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