The words
The petals
On a flower that
Thrives by appearance
Is only
Will merely
Be a flimsy
Taste of what's inside
Why price
By the eyes
The symmetry
Of flawed beauty
As though
As most
Are weighed by
Thoughtless ideals
For those
Four arrows
A sma...
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Push and pull
Grow and ebb
Waxing wishes
And waning strength
Tossed from
Sea to sea
A skipping stone
Never finding home
I'd often look
To face the pale moon
But fall to dreamless sleep
Before I could ask
How it changes so easily
From crescent to full
While holding onto
The ocean, its ground
A form of synergy
Between the two
If only to hold hands
And never come close
But like the tide
This is how it'll be
As long as we strive for the
Things that keep us breathing.
I won third place in the 4th edition of WOCA...so that's pretty nice.
You know what's even nicer?
My judge gave lots of quality feedback. Keyword here being quality. It won't be until after I finish the collection that I'll start editing and using the feedback, but I'm keeping it in mind now while writing the rest of these poems.
Shout-out to iamverda357 for being a great judge! (She writespoetry too!)
