An artwork ever changing
Rough edges are a part of me
Builds the life of my creating
Rough edges there for all to see
Firm hands they grind my surface
Rough edges crushed back down to sand
Then the burning of the furnace
Time leaves its mark I understand
A contest entry
- The Beauty of Being Unfinished by Heart Sutra.
1100 points, ended November 30, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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One of the rules on the contest specifies that the poem should be left justified. You might want to revisit the rules. Thank you for submitting the poem.
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Wonderful write about truth baring life...simplictic in nature yet to the point which speaks volumes! Great job & good luck in the contest
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i like your poem. and i understand it. which is more than i can say for my own sometimes. well crafted visual imagery. -silverfish
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