Whispering winds,
tear through my peaceful serenity
pushing me back and forth
and blowing my soul away.
I feel lost,
an endless horizon of snow an ice,
crystal ice glistening of a hint of sunlight,
my light at the end of my tunnel.
The wind knocks me over,
i am blown into a cold snow drift,
it sucks me in,
and drowns my hope.
But on the wind,
I hear a sound,
alas my hope,
is not drowned.
There is another soul insight,
i am safe at last,
but it is just a penguin,
I am sucked into another icy blast
Author notes
number three
http://bnp.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/npenguins101.jpg
A contest entry
- Rounds Quickie #2 by Tinselpool.
1550 points, ended November 18, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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you have 24 hours to fix your spelling errors
please fix or i will remove you from finalists -
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I did... yesterday
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so what mistakes??
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this was not quite the way i took the prompt, but what you envisioned matters only. you have spelling errors as well...
arctic not artic
peaceful not peacful
serenity not surenity
please change that as soon as possible. other than that, it's a beautiful poem. i loved your emotion and description.
Whispering winds,
tear through my peacful surenity
pushing me back and forth
and blowing my soul away.
good luck and thanks for entering,
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DO you mean Arctic ??
Artic isn't a word lol
good luck I really enjoyed this piece
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try this picture: http://bnp.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/npenguins101.jpg
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thanks it worked
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http://asymptotia.com/wp-images/2008/04/penguin_flight.jpg
use the picture any way you'd like. good luck.
claire
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