I look up at the sky and wonder where stars came from. The endless black warp with trapped souls stuck inside. So beautiful yet so helpless.
A contest entry
- endless by Connor Blackbird.
700 points, ended August 21, 21 entries
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I always wonder at poets who write in prose - it seems like adding rules to your writing could only ever hold you back, if expression is the ultimate goal. As it were, this feels disjointed, probably because my mind is trying to read it as a poem when it doesn't look like one, and because its three separate ideas seem only tenuously related. I think you were on the verge of a killer write here - maybe my 30 word limit got in the way. If so, it's a shame. Thanks for entering; I really appreciate it.
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i don't do prose at all; it was just a spur of the moment thing. This was actually my second prose poem ever...lol. Oh, well, I guess I'm not that great at it. My other stuff is pretty much haikus and rhymes. I'm a bit better at them, but still not the best poet in the world
. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. Thanks for your comment!
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