Poem -
Her Life
Striped socks, ticking clocks.
Her life.
Glove puppet clown, turned inside out.
Her tiny voice.
Ears burdened, incessantly bleed.
Her kind heart.
Goblet half empty, desperate thirst.
Her shallow breath.
Tower of strength, crumbling Pisa.
Her pleading silence.
Allow her to fall, carry her gently.
Her time.
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Comments
Congratulations on being nominated for March as a contestant in the poetry contest, Mediumhead.
I hope you fare well in the contest with this stunning free style entry.
Best of luck,
~Dean ?
Wow thanks Dean x
You're welcome. :}
I don't get it?
Instead of berating or belittling Andrew for his lack of understanding, perhaps Mediumhead would be so kind as to enlighten him as to the meanings behind this particular piece?
Just a thought...
~Dean ;}
Sorry I do not wish to share it with someone who is clearly an asshole.
All the more reason to put him in his place.
That's just my opinion.
Why act like he does; it isn't necessary.
As writers, we all should be able to back up our words with our intended meanings.
I do...
~Dean