Buried under the facade of dreams that tumbled
I crawl from the rubble and build a cairn to mark their passing.
Poets seldom find the joy of being published
and wind up far too often leashed to a pub,
smothered by black velvet while chasing what ales them.
They scrabble words from the tiles of a keyboard,
scoring little except a release from their demons.
My path is littered with the ruins of hopes built,
without the cement of society cradling my words in their souls.
Thus I begin a new stack of thoughts solidified
into some form of reality until the last stone.....
my grave...... bids me sleep.
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Author notes
#2.-Buried Under a facade
A contest entry
- Opening Lines Prompt by SandhyaSuri.
930 points, ended February 27, 2009, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations!
This poem had depth and fabulous imagery. You spoke for all poets.
Congratulations!
Sandy -
You build these thoughts like coals or slates, Lovely insightful stuff, excellent,
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I'm trembling.......
You have seemed to touch parts of by souls voice that only poetry can. Muchas Gracias once again.
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Line 5 - spelling error alert...or is it a pun intended?
I so love this poems...speaks for all of us.
Great take on the prompt.
Good luck with the contest! Too early to judge beyond what my instant view is on it.
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The lines limit is 20 or less. Hold it anyways. Once I go through it, if it can tighten up a bit, I will let you know, then you can work on it. I normally don't like to crush creativity and have it snipped.
Cheers n thanks for entering!
Sand
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