this head is fit to burst
with it's crowd
of words
waiting
to pour down
into these fingers
and in their quicksilver delivery
to keyboard heat
may smelt the alchemy
of thought
into a distant promise
of gold
to stitch
hopeful silver threads
into a vagueness of artifice
from this order
of random memory
that spills into
an incomplete scheme of things
this something from nothing
to something
found
A contest entry
- Prewrites!!!! by Fallen-Thumper.
1200 points, ended November 13, 172 entries
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Comments
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The words rush purposefully
down the page as if on urgent
mission to create!
You, indeed, did find something!
A keeper!!
M-C
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Easy to relate to,
The drive that motivates us to write and most times without much more than a single direction , can end up surprising even the writer. Gold or Silver no matter the trophy, it is the satisfaction of having emptied our inner most, and in the end it has touched the reader in some fashion. As with this masterful poem your something wonderfully found.
Thank you for writing and posting,
With my Warmest Regards,
Yours,
Cheryl
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Great very postmodern, interesting theme and good execution.
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i like the contrast of the even, deliberate tone and the delecate imagery. fantastic write!
~rave
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