There is no assistance in the inevitable,
only a failing hand to cripple time
but just so that
it knows its place
in this mess.
I've called it as I've heard it,
and gone deaf
along the way.
There is not a secret
that clings to my skin-
I'm bare
in the anticipation.
You are some kind of gem
I can only declare
as mine,
shining in the most remote fashion
anyone can find acceptable.
I've wondered at
where your feet will take you,
as your footsteps become thinner,
and glide
farther
away.
Author notes
"precious and amusing and unutterably bizarre"
Look what it did to him
A contest entry
- "precious and amusing and unutterably bizarre" by Polaja.
1050 points, ended September 24, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I really like the way that this poem is formatted - the spacing (especially at the end) is very effective and I love the imagery
my favorite part was the bare anticipation - thank you for the entry!
Keep writing
Polly

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Thank you so much!
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