She named me 'Raw'
for she saw
that I was rare indeed.
As she flipped me
and dipped me
planting me like a seed.
I am used
to break barriers
all according to need.
As I wrap
my tentacles;
a releasing rich reed.
I shower the mind
I wrangle with the soul.
I desire all to supercede.
Yes, she named me 'Raw'
for she saw
I was poised to lead.
And, she needed
my edges
to cut; to make bleed.
For she reasoned
and reckoned that
on me some would feed.
So this is my work.
The arrow's been sent;
there's no worthier calling, I'm freed.
A contest entry
- A Contest for your Muse!!! -- by Florida Sunshine.
450 points, ended September 17, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel Free...
Comments
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I totally feel like Raw wrote this from start to finish, and speaking in 1st person. Excellent job - I enjoyed the format. Free Verse is a little mis-understood, and a friend of mine help me with understanding a 'true' free verse -- This is a perfect example of how 'free verse' is written. --- Well, in my opinion.
How can I rave about this more? Nice job! It had nice flow.. Thanks for entering the contest -- it was a welcome pleasure to read your work.
Best of luck to you,
Florida Sunshine
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Hahaha, thanks, this is kinda raw hahaha, if you know what I mean-thanks for awarding it lol
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