He Sat, She Sat - my entry for @robyneggs's Poetry Dice Challenge
He sits, with his fat finger on the scales of justice,
tossing dice with his moods,
Secure in his power, his fortress:
And as they fall, we are sentenced, locked
in our unhappiness,
Each tear metered, recorded, clocked.
But she sits in a simple tower,
reading from a different book,
Trusting always that love will flower.
Here is the link to the announcement by @robyneggs, with thanks for this wonderful spur to creativity.
Nice working of the dice!!
Thank you!
Wow, that will be hard to beat!
Thank you, it's very kind of you to say so, but we shouldn't underestimate the creative potential of the Steemit community! And also note that the contest is open not just to poems, and that poetry, here, there, and everywhere, has always been low down the rewards scale. Except for Vogons.
WoW! Great entry - I love it! :D Stirring....Keep up the good creative flow! :D Cheers!
You always deliver. Nice work.
Thank you. I'm happy that you like my poems!