If she could live inside out
living on the outskirts wouldn't be
so far away from
dreams or deficit.
Drama queens could teach her
things she never dared demand
for drastic measures
of treasured attention.
Still, there's the business of
bling to ring the eyes
before the ears can reach the feet
from instrument to fragrance.
For lack of better's best
in gamble grown to gain
the girl could lose the woman
in a moment's settling.
As players sway and
raindrops dance in puddles
past the road of golden
her soul will grab its voice
Then she will find her melody.
A contest entry
- Patience Of The Singer by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended July 16, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Reader interpretation and critical comment welcomed
Comments
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i really like the alliteration here, it had a sound to it that drew me in and wasn't overbearing. the content itself in general was great too.
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Well Violet,
You have a wonderfull way with words here and pass such a subtle yet very powerful message indeed.
As for aging things, well it adds to the charm, you see not everything is due onto the youth of our days, they too shall come to pass and only the old reflections, impressions we made on that road of golden will remain.
I like it, I like it so!
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Oh, nicely written. In our writing, betimes, we add a term or phrase that dates it..."darma queen" is such because a decade from now, that may not be decipherable. But, nonetheless, this is a simple, clear write. Ty for entering.
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