the thrill slipped astray
gone
gone
gone away
through desperate hands
that tried to grasp
but couldn't,
it swirled and dived
like a whirling dervish
right on down the drain
to mingle with the muck
and diamond rings
which slid
from sad fingers
to find themselves
in the trap
of dreams
and dashed hopes,
where wounds are salted
and licked
and wishes whisked
to willing stars
so that all might right
and lovers love
and thinkers think
and the world
find its balance
and the thrill
of life
learn to dare
once again
A contest entry
- Smash the mirror and step out of the box by cvillelisa.
675 points, ended January 12, 13 entries
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Comments
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This has some good moments. The opening line is good enough to be the title. Some nice use of sounds too. What strikes me most though - is this poem doesn't feel at all forced or "trying to be poetic."
Nice job.
Lisa
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