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Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #2081410

my entries for the Construct Cup

It's that time again. Time when I lose all sense of proportion and sanity and agree to write a poem a day following prompts exactly as given by our fearless leaders (aka Ren the Klutz! Author Icon and Fyn Author Icon. I may not survive. But I will do it anyway, mostly because I can't imagine anyone having this much agony fun without me.

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December 21, 2018 at 11:32pm
December 21, 2018 at 11:32pm
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I am born
as the world weeps—
warming snow laden
eaves—ice tears
formed and caught
a moment out of time.

from such a
sorrowful genesis,
it is strange to me,
sometimes, that they try
to remake me—

tinsel and lights
and polymers
with long names
and awful smells
that catch on
their hands and linger—
they try and fail
to shine like me.

I catch rainbows
in the sunlight
weeping for joy and fear—

each drop diminishes me.
each drop makes me grow.

line count: 24

original poem: "the wreath on the door" Open in new Window.

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