I accept the harrow(ing)
challenge of the
mole of
mortality
swimming in her
red gossamer (a
word i'd never
use)
kettle of
liquid like
blood,
of poetry and language,
life,
mother of us all,
the meat-wheel turns
slowly, a
murmur of
regret as it
eases us
into the
pavement.
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i vote we re-open the "contest" part of this poetry thingy. heh heh.
i only say that because i want to declare myself second runner-up to honourable mention, or first princess.
Nice poem Roberts.
you are so declared the second runner-up first princess of the February poetry activity!
Your crown is forth coming.
i award myself bonus points for using all ten words in the order they were given.
6 bonus points. that means i am now first princess to miss congeniality, and second-place finisher in the talent competition.
I told my students yesterday that if I was in a beauty pageant, my talent would be lip reading. I wasn't joking actually and it scared them just a bit.
:)
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