My sticks are flying wildly.
Sweat drips down my face.
I feel the rhythm flowing through me
As if it is part of my soul.
The friction is building
The people are cheering
My heart starts to race.
A loud crack widens my eyes.
I look at my stick, heaved in two.
Disappointed faces stare me down as I walk out of the room in shame.
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a Poem in 10 LINES or less (D) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended November 28, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hi Jesse-
I don't think you should have walked out of the room in shame but rather proud of yourself for giving it all you had. I really enjoyed this piece.
Keep writing
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You've got great momentum in this piece. It builds very nicely and exciting. I like the ending but the way it is worded sort of disrupts the flow a touch. The emotion is good though; as is the imagery
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