The river, that generally twirled vivaciously across the dance floor
now slipped daintily over every eye
that glanced menacingly
at her dusky dance from disconcert!
Sarah Palin takes the floor for Washington D.C.
Perhaps those subtle whispers raised harmonious discord
from old,
dislodged roots and years of drought.
Pathological tachycardia
coupled with aridity threatened to drown them.
Native Americans chanted “Ya ta-hey”
over the biased voices of time-lag,
creating a back-wash in front of forward momentum.
She sighed softly as she caressed
the fixed keel of a marooned oarsman,
while the ocean paused at the delta
waiting - for the incoming salt of tidal change.
A calm storm was raging,
and forecasters waded in the desert upstream.
Caveat emptor held a musty smell
for prospective buyers of riverfront properties.
Yet, the impeded river pushed headstrong
through the tainted sands of never-ending truth ... ...
9 - 1 - 1 - ... What's your emergency?
Author notes
#8 word that I've never seen in a poem:
tachycardia:noun: abnormally rapid heartbeat (over 100 beats per minute)
I would also like to add an extra note that my submission is not making a political decision but just another view of an unfolding scene of derision and division among the parties that are competing for power and forgetting that there are those of us that would prefer to see our houses revitalized by the incoming incumbents who will lead us with truths that have been written long before America was thought of.
A contest entry
- Twenty Little Steps - Poetry Project by chordphrute.
1700 points, ended September 14, 5 entries
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It is a good poem, but does not really fit into the theme of this contest... Wonderful language and imagery, though. Thank you for entering the contest.
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I see my forced sabatical hasn't put me hopelessly behind in my reading and my interest in current events beyond the borders of my property line. Thankfully, you have given me pause to think about the whole political landscape in which we find ourselves perched on the edge of a bottomless abyss...lol. I hope you do well in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. It's good to see my sunshine again!
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Abstract but nice. It took a while before I truly got the message but it was worth it.
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A poem of finesse.
Thoughtful title.
Whatever the political inclinations, she was ... well ... a sensation for her moment on the stage.
Your poem is delicate and clever. Good extended metaphor!
Why don't you send her this poem. Sign it first.
Best wishes, Ron.
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Nice title. I loved the transition from riotous loudness to soft in the first two lines. Great "slipped daintily over every eye."
Outstanding "Native Americans chanted "Ya ta-hey" over the biased voices of time-lag."
Another great metaphor for the podium, "fixed keel of a marooned oarsman."
Excellent "ocean paused at the delta waiting for the incoming taste of tidal change." Interesting "tainted sands of never-ending truth."
Excellent imagery and alliteration, nice flow. Cohesive piece.
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Greetings! You did a fabulous job within the constraints of this project - thank you for entering! Your first line offers a nice introduction to the piece. I like that it's subtle and not harsh. I enjoyed your metaphor. Your title seems quite appropriate. Your last line, which effective, sort of has that "how do I end this thing?" feel to it though I LOVE the word "headstrong" there - nice.
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I hate republicans
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I challenge you to ...
enter this contest with something that is not hate!
"Perhaps those subtle whispers raised harmonious discord"
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I'm firmly convinced that if you are a politician any higher than town selectman you are corrupt in some way...Democrat, Republican, Martian, it's like the mask, shin guards and chest protector of a baseball catcher, without it he has no chance to survive his profession.
That doesn't mean I don't have my own opinionated thoughts, I just choose to remain neutral right at this moment.
A river is she? Sorry, I lost that neutrality for just a second.
Looking at the poem itself...a very good one by the way, (in my opinion)...there's a heroic, mythic strain to it) In the last line..."the tainted sands"...is it truth or lies? I'm sitting here debating which it is...and how using "lies" instead changes the meaning. Sorry, I'm basically thinking with my typing toes.
Yeah, I use my toes. Don't judge me!
Sorry, I need Moxie, lol
Off to watch the mighty river flow onward and the old maverick stone gather moss. Neutrality is never-ending hard work.
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