A figure unwieldy and awkwardly framed,
His body was fragile but only a shell.
Despite the dimensions for which he was named,
His spirit was splendid the day that he fell.
Considered too frail for a life unconstrained,
His world was a garden within its great wall.
But he wasn’t suited for life so restrained:
Escaping to live, to his death he would fall.
The legend of Humpty is not that he fell,
But that a whole kingdom was moved by his fall.
When living for nothing meant not dying well,
His destiny beckoned up there on the wall.
A garden is pleasant while waiting for death,
But climbing the wall lends purpose to breath.
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 6 The Wall - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended August 1, 37 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A wonderful rendition of one of literatures greatest classics in a Shakespearian sonnet. Rhyme and meter spot on, just what the contests need so please keep your entries coming in the later rounds.
All the best
Jeff and Sue
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this is great. I love it.
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You stopped by my page to leave a comment on one of my poems. What a wonderful comment it was and it simply made me want to drop by your house to read your work. I’m so glad I did; you are a fantastic poet and this poem is proof of this statement. Penned in decasyllable, this sonnet flows with all the grace of any of the great masters. It is in my opinion, the very best that is posted in this contest. The ending couplet is original and classic.
Love,
Amera♥
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Your comment is a deeply appreciated encouragement! I have experimented from time to time with this meter, but until now I never shared anything I've attempted with it. To say the least, your evaluation of this effort exceeds my fondest expectation.
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