Pull up a chair...

EASY:
Write a poem using an inanimate as a metaphor for regret.

MEDIUM:
You cannot use "I" or "you".
(must include the easy requirements)

HARD:
Must be exactly 120 words.
(must include easy and medium requirements)

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The Sundown Diner.

Stainless steel,
tooled counter,
cool and real,
stools, cups,
ketchup, saucers,
pies, creme shaker,
salt and pepper.

1987, lost in together.
windy pains upon the window
frost comes by the sill,
qualms to go,
this weather
patterned, but never still.

The comfortable booth
with it's music maker.
Click to hear sooth
Elvis,
blue Christmas.

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A Moment of Regret

As the snow does gently fall
Dancing as it covers this place
The children come out to play
With a very special kind of grace

Watching from an old bench in the park
She tried to remember so long ago
When she would play just as happily
Dancing through the year’s first snow

But too many years had passed her by
Too many words had been left unspoken
And all they left was a rickety old bench
Its soul weary, its heart bent and broken

As one of the children ran towards her
Calling out with glee “Grandma, Grandma,
“Come on, come and see what I’ve made!”
She exclaimed with childhood awe

Perhaps, her life wasn’t so bad after all

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The Warm Rose becomes the Red dwarf..a cooling effect

The rose has failed again
the rose infiltrated such reasons
yet to be established, regret in amends
the once broken emotion of scattered love
quilted into tattered hate it preserves
take it back earth, once plucked as red love
from above, now deemed to serve a metaphoric shove
the opposite in coveted view of it's meaning
shared in varied forms, but in this one achieving
loss, hate, rape, the lost of one's sunshine
for in it's growth it absorbs what's inclined
absorbed in this rhyme, the rose seeks to blind
this valentines day refined to be unkind
like the river without seas, it's not what it's mean to be
Perhaps the rose is simple chemistry a black hole of misery....

Last edited by lynx002 12-27-2009 at 03:16:39 PM

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This Eclipse...


The forward reach leaves backwards desires.
The sunlit peak leaves moonlight expired.
The sword that sheathes leaves thirst for war.

Always.

One stop leaves thoughts for more.

The wings so high now mourn the ground.
Silence once firm now yearns for sound.
The sword that bleeds now wants for peace.

Always.

The circular cycle repeats.

Alas, this eclipse…

The moonlight bends.
Daylight dies down.
Nighttime ascends.

Alas, this eclipse…

The sunlight shines.
Blue skies excite.
Moonlight declines.

Alas, this eclipse…

The bond is mad.
Seeking only to reach
what it does not have.

Alas, this eclipse…

The gain obtained,
yet sad eyes see
where the loss remains.

Twisted.

In this form of brothers.

Forever…seeking…
the back of the other.