A star - long paintbrush of glowing -
has gently traced a road
that I follow through
pushing weeds, ripping thorns,
hatching from the egg
over
and over
again.
As others stargazed,
I had to get my hands dirty with stardust.
I had to create my own galaxy
far from the motherly love
of milky ways.
My eyes were forced open
by this violent thing, light.
Since then, they fed me papers.
Exams that needed chewed
at a certain speed,
with a certain motion pattern
of the incisors;
then spit up
sure to form a rainbow,
stolen data and creativity
in perfect alignment.
Eclipse the professor, the audience, the
world.
Or pay in cash.
Still
do I follow the path
of three words -
between long shifts,
meetings, traffic jams:
the dream waits for me,
confident and with serenity.
If with my working hands
I can serenade tonight away,
everything will smile
at me.
Author notes
Oct. 1, 2008
For Rehan's contest, a re-write of his poem Three Words on the prompt of "Never give up!".
In a list
A contest entry
- Never Give Up (1000 Points) Lots of HMs by sOuL.
750 points, ended December 14, 2008, 43 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you really think.
Comments
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I like the way you have penned this poem. It shows postiveness as well as determination. Good luck with the contest.
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a great poem and thanks for entering my contest
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interesting write . . good luck in the contest
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i feel like i was just rushed into your life and its cool to see what others feel.
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This is a really interesting poem - I love most of it, the line I didn't think fit in quite as well was 'Exams that needed chewed' but that might just be me
- this is an amazing re-write and I love the depth of your words and where they take my mind - places of beauty and gossamer! Love you 
Keep writing
Polly
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As always, your unique style and viewpoint make for a wonderful poem. Excellent.
Good luck.
Garrison
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it is so good to see something new from you, diana.
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