Seventeen Is the Lucky Number

Seems like ten thousand years passed since I came,
       and here you are in this idyllic scene;
under a weeping willow-   pliant and tame.
I, a soul empath with sorrow aflame,
and now I stand lamenting my sorrow;
              my spirit is supine-   numb and weary,
names in veneration for each morrow.
Oh, is it weakness that makes me teary?
Then, a white aura of strength to borrow; 
       incidental-  my love lays in this  g r e e n  . . .

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July 5, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/Seventeen is the Lucky Number
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All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the Standard Contest, 17 Is The Lucky Number
sponsor, Lu Loo, Theme chosen # Strength of Sorrow

First Place

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Connie Marcum Wong

August 8, 2019 at 11:25 PM

This is simply gorgeous Constance! Congratulations on your very deserving first placement! : ) xxoo

Subimal Sinha-Roy

August 6, 2019 at 2:06 AM

Congratulations, Constance on your top win. Beautiful imagery.

Jeanne Mcgee

August 5, 2019 at 8:38 AM

Congratulations on your first place win with this amazing heartfelt poem

Georgia Kereopa

August 4, 2019 at 10:17 PM

Congratulations dear heart, beautiful portrayal of sorrow.

Eve Roper

August 4, 2019 at 10:02 PM

Awesome write, Dear Heart, congratulations on your win.... Hugs Eve

Kurt Ravidas

August 4, 2019 at 6:10 PM

My pleasure and admiration applause in this g r e e n . . . I wish I were a willow to see this beautiful poem come into the world in the shadow of me) Congrats, D.H.