Made It Through the Long Haul

Claude Debussay didn't inspire me
As red sun set a fiery red ball
And I ran away with no shawl
Knowing there was no way to flee
Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie

Behind the mask, a plastered glee
Pull Daisy's petals let them fall
He loves me, loves me not at all
The keys pound music none esprit
It ends, made it through the long plea  

Actually Spanish Quintain
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Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest
Not an entry..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Anish Avatar
June 3, 2014 at 4:09 PM
It is a good thing you did not enter the contest with this poem - it is such a nice piece you might have beaten me out - I have entered the contest. New form to me! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Onclaud Avatar
June 3, 2014 at 2:31 PM
sara, your well-defined piece work may be the kind of therapy many need... good stuff; i like.. huggs
Marcum Wong Avatar
June 3, 2014 at 1:12 AM
I can identify with a metaphoric message in this fine Quintain you have penned Sara. They are a bit of a challenge to write but I enjoy reading them very much.
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