Open Poetry #40 |
Krishankins poetry challenge |
Sphinxen Junior Member
since 2007-03-03
Posts 38U.S. |
I read this old poetry challenge and I thought I would give it a go. callings path taken, his expression shaken shattering glass hands breaking over whims thought the smoke doesnt rise, and the metal lays still all on a whim his art forgotten, bought smoky black robes whistled by calling his name and his troubles, the working mans art they offered him solace a way home in the dark all he had to do was give up his heart he made the agreement signed the dotted line the last time he would use his hands though he knew it not the last letter written his hands shaking and cold beginning to harden a painful debut of gold a blacksmith cursed with porcelain hands his life forever ruined on a whim finding solace he sold his art the black clad figure having mistaken it for his heart "No one now dies of fatal truths, there are to many antidotes to them."- Nietzche |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
liked this a lot...loved the first line of this stanza "a blacksmith cursed with porcelain hands his life forever ruined on a whim finding solace he sold his art the black clad figure having mistaken it for his heartthis stanza" powerful write...so very well done |
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