Of fear and Pride
Take haste my child and gather to me
among your candid chronicles
envelope close to all you hold
feign not the fire that licks at thee.
Such flames that force then fake retreat
shall never char nor call your end,
while smoke that mocks shall not caress
desires that tempt your life to quench
nor ever reach it’s goal to claim
a braver love than mine .
A contest entry
- Hope's Musings - John Keats by LadyLavender.
1100 points, ended October 20, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
any feed back is always helpful
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feign not the fire that licks at thee
I like this, and especially the flow.
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Thank you
Thank you for you comments which I so welcome especially from you.
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Profound words, amazes me what another poets perspectives are on another write, love the ending, nice flow. Excellent. Blessings.
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Many thanks
I'm glad you liked it. Of all the work I have written I really liked this one. Thanks you
TC
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Nicely done but "it's" in the second last line should be "its".
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apologies for that typo
Well spotted and than you for reading this which I liked a lot.
TC
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I really like the flow of this, especially the second stanza. My only quibble would be the line "envelope close to all you hold," which just doesn't sound right to me. Apart from that, a very strong and well-fashioned poem.
Regards,
Bill
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Thank you for the comments
I am grateful for your time and report. Gratitude.
TC
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