Warm,
gritty soil
clings to the
soles of my bare
feet, as I trample
the world beneath my gait.
From my tower, I look down
upon the ground without remorse.
Life bends to meet the will of the callous man.
And all is lost to a being with no shoes.
Author notes
Feel free to interpret (title is a hint).
A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Etheree - Prompt - Earth by Little Eagle.
600 points, ended December 27, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry
Nice job, you definitely have the prompt in a unique way.
As for the form your last two lines were to be 9 and 10 syllables but they were both more than that.
"Life bends to meet the will of the cal-lous man." = 11 syllables
"And all is lost to a be-ing with no shoes." = 11 syllables
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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I think it means a benevolent man is trapped while the malevolent man is free ...lol. I DUNNO!
but i love this piece
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