The Ride
You should have seen the world before it died.
Bright flashing, screaming, panting realms of bliss.
The universe igniting with a kiss;
A crazy spinning death defying ride.
You should have known me; a younger man
A rock hard, sweating powerhouse of love
The steel fist inside the velvet glove
Who always stood and said, "Of course I can."
You should have seen my hand when it was tough;
When callouses and scars defined my self.
Now I am just this wizened little elf
Just kindness condescends to call a man.
You should have seen the world before it died,
But you're still young; you've still to mount and ride.
A contest entry
- A sonnet please, by Titus.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
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having seen the practical of lov view, I'd like to think more imaginative viewpoints of what it would be like without them. Like labouring for someone on particular.
I can imagine after many years looking at the hands of your labours, pleased or not, it was the experiences that sum up what weight you have lifted. nice piece
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Thanks.
it seems sometimes that this is my favourite theme: It is our experiences which define us and without experiences worth mentioning we are nothing.
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