There are crumbs left on
a path leading home
vows glaze
like ice laced through weeds.
Ideals shrink to thumbnails
and life is not a dance, but
a sad party of drinks
that fights the promise
of Scripture.
A contest entry
- Against Empire by AJ Morelli.
3500 points, ended June 15, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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does ice trickle? i always imagine it in a rather static state...
life is not a dance, sad news... i had hoped it would be
the line about the sad party reminded my of Mark Strand's "The Long Sad Party", I recommend it highly...
thanks so much for the entry in the contest
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You're right. Edited.Thank you graciously.
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This one's got me. Guess I'll have to edit this one to pieces as well.
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Idea's shrink to ice
for life is not a dance
maybe, just a suggestion
the rest I like just fine
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Hey, thanks darlin'. "Ideal" is the big picture, not 'idea'.
Good idea, though.
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Potent
drink of words here!
I like the line:
ideals shrink to thumbnails
Wished you would've capped the I! Intense ending. Bravo. All the best in the Contest! 
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Okay, well thank you so much. I think so now that I read again.
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So
happy I could contribute something to your lovely write! Thanks for calling me a laureate thought I'm nothing more than His scribe.
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Thank you my dear laureate! For comment and critique.
The capital for that was configured to the form even though
I always consider.
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