A Tied Shorn

A Tied Shorn

A Poem by Laoidhigh Uilleag
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Prose from a contest - can only use ten letters of alphabet so thought I'd use for writing exercise

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I die as he retreats,
Hidin’ the heat,
He has on the outside.
 
I stare at his sane,
Sad drones he reins.
 
Those he trained,
To hate,
And shatter roses.
 
The rose I had is,
D-E-A-D.
 
Rested in sonnets and,
Other inane trades,
In the readin’ arts.
 
So I sit in a dread state,
Not near him anymore.

I reside,
I die,
I stir on…

© 2008 Laoidhigh Uilleag


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Only ten letters?
That's pretty hard to pull off.
Nonetheless, you did a good if not a great job with it.
The imagery is just as sufficient as the whole structure.
Props for the amazing job!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Laoidhigh Uilleag
Laoidhigh Uilleag

Saint Louis, MO



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I, Laoidhigh Uilleag, or "poetic playful heart", am a complete romantacist and wants way too many somewhat unattainable things. Though he tries, he is a confused lad, and..has it going hard in his li.. more..

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