**Please read author's notes first**
I clutch my love to my chest
emboldened,
with Sincerity's token glittering
upon the fourth digit of my left hand.
Future shifts upon her throne
revisions made.
Months of hectic planning,
a walk to remember,
all that white...
the tears lingering throughout 65 glorious years.
Joys, triumphs, heartache,
fights, disagreements, death...yet
lasting.
Observing irreconcilable infants
rush headlong into their Future.
She shakes Her fist.
Dreading Greed's cursed $ign
lit within the lawyer's eyes,
divorce,
separation.
Families crumble as Innocence weeps
Her hopes for stable childhoods
dashed by selfish desires left unmet.
The fence that protects our world
remains crossable,
the gate left casually ajar
while we wait with open arms
and the guidance of silents generations past.
We hail from the Land of Lasting
Author notes
I am only 16. I've never been married, so I can say that I have never had experience in this area. This piece is from my view of people who rush into marriage without even thinking through their feelings, or their level of commitment to the other person. I'm not saying that people who divorce are automatically horrible people, so please don't take it that way. All I can say is that when I finally find the man I want to marry I will make sure that I want to be married to him forever.
A contest entry
- The Poetic Bandits Magic Contest by Miss Faerie.
1000 points, ended June 1, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just some random thoughts electronically strung together.
Comments
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What a wonderful poem and perspective. You use many fresh phrases that stir the imagination, I especially liked:Sincerity's token, Future shifts upon her throne and Dreading Greed's cursed $ign
lit within the lawyer's eyes. Good word choices whit aided the visualization of your words. Well done!
Write On!
Brother Dennis
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Bandit Contest Entry
This is a really beautiful poem, made more so by your clear point of not being old enough to know - but always being old enough to interpret.
Your words are painful and sad and wistful. I will take the land of lasting, as that of magic. The one where we all hope one day to rest.
Thank you for entering our bandit contest and good luck
Shari
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