Steemit School Poetry 100 Day Challenge #65--Intransigent Words
What today,
I ask,
will this pen reveal?
Poetry yields not to duress.
A command.
A plea.
But still not a sentence.
Still not a word.
Me, who the fates have plucked,
from this barren land.
In this era,
less than a twinkle in time.
Briefer than the blink of an eye--
In cosmic time.
It is all relative you see.
We who are but prisoners,
in this flesh,
this decrepit caravan.
My, oh my. Words, I cannot find.
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A little about me and poetry
This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.
Thanks for reading.
wow,your poem really very great
Excellent request of muse and this, as a good companion, helped you from your essence. Good job, my friend.