Ah! Look. Look fondly and kind
on the skin that shapes me, the blood that fuels me,
and the sentence that beats beneath my fingers.
And, like the glove that hides my finger-faces,
my skin swallows every indentation of character:
the bones that strengthen my resolve;
the sinew that allows me moral movement.
This face, this wrinkled mass of organs and senselessness,
is a dowry -
from me, to you.
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'Dowry'
A contest entry
- My 62nd Contest: One Worded Titles + One other Rule by Heroesrox.
550 points, ended October 3, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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Final grade
Spacing 4/10
wording 9/10
content 7/10
overall wow 5/10
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I looove your wording here. (Finger-faces was fantastis!!) Thanks so much for entering this contest and good luck to you! I really enjoyed your piece.
Best Wishes!!!
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Sorry, but the title you chose must be the title of your poem. Please edit and let me know when you are finished. I will then leave a proper comment.
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Sorry - my mistake!!
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Tee hee! Thanks for changing it!
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