Often we must be the shadow
society demands.
In those rare moments
when we can be ourselves
we soar like a lark
to heaven's gates,
till Monday clips our wings.
Author notes
Option 3
A contest entry
- 13/30/30 Quickie by Sweet Impatience.
1200 points, ended January 14, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love your take on the prompt. its powerful.. society does this to us more often than most think.. you did an outstanding job with your poem
good luck
kat
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how is it that every time i read something from you im amazed? its short but very well done good job
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This piece soars in it's brevity with a potant message I concure with. The thing that I admire most is an ability to conform to and roll with limits life seems to demand of us. Not such an easy task. Hum drum takes the winds from my own wings more than I'd care to admit.This piece fits the optioned image well.
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I hit submit too soon. I wanted to add that I really like the imagery and tone of this piece. I was just kidding in my other comment.
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Interesting. So we soar to heaven on weekends and I guess Mondays bring us back to hell
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