Inside these walls
I break
wishing I could sink beneath
the stagnant smell of emptiness
touching uneven spaces
where clowns can never play
and the wheel spins
in fortune telling rhyme
of me in baggy pants and coloured cloth
pretending to ignite
the carnival beneath my skin.
Author notes
3. Take me to the fair.
A contest entry
- Options for your muse. by Topaze.
900 points, ended September 26, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a supberb short poem. You did a wonderful interpretation of the prompt, took it in a direction I did not expect. You have a wonderful talent. Best to you in the contest
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We've missed your words! This is fantastic... the last line is perfection itself!
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A lovely piece, thank you for your fine entry in this contest.
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