The Sad Saga
The aperture was small, but drew me in;
I saw the rumored 'saga' I had heard
attest to the temerity within
that so surpassed the sadness told by word.
Tied up with rope and fastened to a pole
with barren soil and stones his only bed;
and there, so out of reach, a rusted bowl
next to a soggy, molded piece of bread.
His sullen eyes lacked nuance in his stare;
proclivity for self-salvation gone...
no marrow left to counter his despair.
But then, he heard my voice and he was drawn
to stand up tall...tail wagging to and fro...
for 'man's best friend', new hope did overflow!
November 5, 2018
~4th Place~
Contest: Eight-Word Challenge - 9
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/27/2018
Required words used in order of appearance:
aperture saga attest temerity
barren nuance proclivity marrow
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: 400, Any Rhyme - Max Of 14 Lines,
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/01/2019
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