Late summer's eve I drift alone,
my destination vague, unknown.
The dory's prow sun-pointed west
on silent waves of layered gold,
a breeze astern subdued, not bold.
My spirit's calm, my soul's at rest
although my catch was small today.
I sit transfixed by this display,
aware that I am truly blessed.
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Write a poem sharing an emotional feeling about something such as: life, death, war, injustice, marriage,loneliness, loss, hope, laughter, or a subject that might not be listed. Express an emotion such as fear, anxiety, love, hate, disgust, indifference, etc. |
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Feelings
Contest Winner
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Author Notes
Artwork is courtesy of Google images.
NOVE OTTO is a 9-line poem. Each line has 8 syllables. The rhyme pattern is AACBBCDDC.
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