What life blooms from rigid source,
inevitably traveling its natural course;
To sharply bend, but never break,
enduring even man's mistake.
For under snow and dying ember,
one must embrace the death of September;
And hold the knowledge of birth in May,
April's fertile tears delivering life's bouquet.
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A contest entry
- Quickie PIF by carole21.
850 points, ended July 16, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Very pretty and a nice rhyme flow congrats on the gold
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Great poem!
Succinct and beautiful. Congrats on the Gold. -
a very nice rhyming verse for the prompt . . thanks for the contest entry
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I love the seasonal musings of life, the renewals therein. I really liked the flow-made for an easy read- even while retaining good vocabulay with its great rhymes..peace Bunny
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I like this!
The rhyme is good.
Best of luck.
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