She slowly slided down
the slick door of his ego
and constantly battled for a hold
like a lizard seeking a firm grip;
being too accustomed to
the uneven walls
of freedom.
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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well written piece i loved it best of luck....
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I love the uneven walls of freedom. Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
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whisper
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Short, but sweet.
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Thank you.
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This is really good..Well written
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Thanks a lot.
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very nice write."being too accustomed to the uneven walls of freedom" it seems like the "uneven walls" really are so much easier to hold on to sometimes.
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Thanks a lot.
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yes yes...love the slick door of his ego...and like a lizzard holding on...i though for a moment how she slides would be better said...love your take on the door theme...creative and well said
excellent poem
mal
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Thanks a lot Mal, for your beautiful comments.
I am glad that you enjoyed my poem.
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I enjoyed this, almost a quirk of humor within it and I could see this happening quite frequently with the meeting of masculine and feminine. C
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Thanks a lot, C.
I am glad that you enjoyed my write.
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"slick door of his ego" - that is so good. Yes, that thing called "ego" - it has killed so many relationships, old and new! I liked this - lovely s-sounds that falls nicely on the ears and a very creative take on the door theme. Nice, tight piece of writing with great imagery. Liked the lizard-touch here too! Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Thanks a lot Nicolette, for your lovely comments.
I am glad that you enjoyed my poem.
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Perfect!
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Thanks a lot.
I am glad that you enjoyed my poem.
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