Among Butterflies Sought
Is
This
Nature's Glory
As a quarry?
Alone and at peace
A life, a new lease
I pull up a piece of land
Take a little time to mend
This rainforest trembles
An open window in shambles
Sitting on my own made porch
I fire up a configured torch
Then Lay under, should I say
What is like a porch light ray
And I wait for that one moth
Amongst butterflies sought
An unwanted reject
Like me ready to eject
Take me now in this lush
With the roar of death; a hush
And I will go, amongst this gift
Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift
My life to stop the bleeding of the land
So I protect this marvel, hold her hand
Never can't
So I chant
Let me meld
Forest held
Me alone a window into the future slightly opened
We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned
13~11~2014
Sponsor : craig cornish
Contest Name : Chopped II
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I believe this falls within the 10 to 20 line loose suggestion.
This is usually done by the sponsor because it would be difficult
to read 35 epic poems and rate them. Because I wanted to create
a shape if you count lines as they line up I have more then 20.
If I realigned them I would have much less than 20.
I believe I stayed within the spirit of the rules.
However that is and should be in the hands of the sponsor.
I worked very hard towrite this piece for this contest.
I loved the process. I have already accomplished everything
I wanted to do with this write.
I watch the show Chopped all the time.The idea is to be creative
with the ingredients. If there is a steak in the basket you better
not just cook a steak. The point of the show is using the ingredients
creatively never do the obvious.
I am happy to have written this piece inspired by the contest.
So thank you Craig because I am proud of this write.
However below is the ten to twenty line alternative in case
you would rather judge it.
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Chopped Too - A Rainforest
This rainforest trembles
An open window in shambles
Sitting on my own made porch
I fire up a configured torch
Then Lay under, should I say
What is like a porch light ray
And I wait for that one moth
Amongst butterflies sought
An unwanted reject
Like me ready to eject
Take me now in this lush
With the roar of death; a hush
And I will go, amongst this gift
Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift
My life to stop the bleeding of the land
So I protect this marvel, hold her hand
Me alone a window into the future slightly opened
We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned
13~11~2014
Sponsor : craig cornish
Contest Name : Chopped II
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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