Poetry Contest Round Two
This time around we had to write about passion. Here you go.
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I don’t think this can be right
this pull, this tug
he doesn’t know me, my soul, my inner demon
i’m not so common, after all
it’s silly, so silly
sitting alone, notes in hand
prick, prick, they well up
and I think “it’s only the first time”
and then it doesn’t matter
he pulls them, tugs them,
caresses that spot that
poets extol and lovers moan yes
for
it’s silly, so silly
sitting together, wringing hands
impatient children not knowing
what to do in the new robes we wear
can he pull her heartstrings
as taught as mine
when he struts and sways
and croons to soothe the moment
it’s silly, so silly
how my eyes close without
thought and I sway gently
pushing, choking back the tears
the lump the stomach flutters
this was made for me, i know it
this line pulled from my memory
this chord the one that lulled me to sleep
this voice the one that shakes and soothes
this song
this music
this mine
This piece was a rollercoaster – just taking the reader through the twists and turns of your passion. For some reason, the last three lines really stuck with me – they were the lines that tied the piece together. I can’t explain it, but they fit perfectly, nothing else could have fit there. I kind of wish there was some punctuation to help with the logistical reading, but it’s well done! Bravo!
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Final round of the poetry contest has been posted! Best of luck!
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*claps*
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