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Submitted: Jun 12, 2008    Reads: 42    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Snapshot the promise

as it freezes in mid flight

Before glass folds on wood

I sense your honour pull tight


The sponge of youth

firms to regular fear

Your word, your bond

not worthy of my ear


My need is inflated

my dependence dilutes

I seek cover from the words

your bow of declaration shoots


Snapshot the promise

on its downward path

Know from the past

it's best to laugh


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Comments:

Wow! This is an amazing poem. The conceptual imagery here are very well done. Your words like "snapshot" "inflate" and "dilute" my particular favourites. I almost didn't notice the rhyme scheme, that's how good it was (yes, that's a compliment, haha) it helps the flow of the poem immensely.

Posted: Jun 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks.

Irwin
(not registered user)

Well crafted poem, confidently executed.

Posted: Jun 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks as always, hope you will return soon.

I think controverse makes all the points I would here. Great stuff!

Posted: Jul 1, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks.



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