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Weaker By Degrees

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"Runner-Up of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period Jan 31-March 31, 2017."


the ghosts regretfully floated all about 
as tiny wisps of cigarette smoke choke
 
a soundtrack of yesteryear tried its best
to rhythmically drown out today's tears
 
alas, no one and nothing could conjure up joy 
within his sorrow-laden room, saddening still...
 
every ounce of willpower seeped into the thirsty 
flood-boards as his eyes grew weaker by degrees
 
but, he kept a chain of pain linking himself to them,
lest they sail as boats unto an unseen eternity, plea
 
james kenneth blaylock
3-26-17

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Short and bittersweet, that is the feeling you get when it's over. I like some of the Middle English phrasing as well, though it may seem quaint and take away from the sting that this poem ultimately achieves. Well done!

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  2. #3886
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Beautifully written, thank you for sharing

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  2. #3890
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Hi I Melusi,this shows why it deserves to be a runner up,I love it beyond words could express

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I felt every word thank-you may your gift prosper with great success be encouraged

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  2. #3945
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Thank you so very much everyone. It is an honor to be runner up

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Your poems seem to float into the English language like clouds across a mountainous terrain, gathering snow, dust, residues of sunsets, landslides, and crevices. You leave the reader with just enough mystery to make them curious or uncomfortable...

Your poems seem to float into the English language like clouds across a mountainous terrain, gathering snow, dust, residues of sunsets, landslides, and crevices. You leave the reader with just enough mystery to make them curious or uncomfortable and just enough beauty to lift them from their routines and ruts. I am pleased that this poem, full of depth, emotion, and humanity, won a place in the contest. You deserve recognition and affirmation. Thank you for this gift.

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