temptation’s shards or gritty pride;
acerbic galls formed ‘round such pain
beget woe’s scars or nobler gain.
Through will determined, purpose fixed,
volition’s voice soothes barb-ed pricks;
compassion’s lustrous nacre balm
enfolds bright rage in layered calm.
When Death unveils what flesh conceals,
each spirit’s nature, self reveals;
whose touch sets lacquer trace on Gate
avows “This heart has conquered hate.”
Diane L. Busch
Author notes
nacre (NEY-ker): mother-of-pearl
Prompt #20, 60 words
A contest entry
- PROMPTS VIII - Round 1 of 2 - by Bear - by Arkbear.
400 points, ended November 8, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lovely wording! I really love your first line on this!
'Today’s debris embeds inside'
Also love,
'Death unveils what flesh conceals,
spirit’s nature, self reveals;'
nice job!
Congrats on the trophy!

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Your choice of vocabulary, your choice of prompt, has me loving this write...The lesson of the oyster....midst all it goes through can bring forth a pearl....which you so aptly have shown with your imagery to be so...a pearl of a write!


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Hello

Oh my gosh......you may not get into the Fianls with so many words over the Word MAX limit for this Round

http://javascript.internet.com/forms/word-count.html
I get 66 words

However, I get 63, if, I fix....*festering....suffering....barbed*
Still 3 words over.....but......this shall score pretty well, but.....maybe, an HM, but I am not in control over the next few entries, and how good they may be either.....so, we just have to wait and see....fair enough?
I score it at 97.7.....I hope you understand......and BTW....yes, a lovely write with such a gorgeous Tone penned throughout.....I hope it makes the top 6 spots.....I adore your talent.....let's hope it holds on to that place of scoring.....good luck and God bless you,
Bear ~
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Might I ask that you please post the link to the counter you will be using with the contest info, if you opt to use a word-count format for the next round?
all best,
Mirthryl
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Perfection! Those "pearly gates" take on a whole other layer of meaning in your poem. Instead of meaning "opulence" they become a gift of self from us to our God. Beautiful!







