Plundered

September 30, 2012
By DrkBluPretty GOLD, Goodyear, Arizona
DrkBluPretty GOLD, Goodyear, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”

— Twyla Tharp (Dancer/Choreographer)


“Go,” they said,
“Live your life.”
But they handed me a knife.
What was I supposed to do?
After the darkness,
It was always new.
So I woke up and took my dreams
And of course I reached for the extremes
I filled my castle
With grief and battle
And blood and wine
They felt so intertwined
But time got lost
I’m ... lost
And when I think of all I’ve done
Of the blood spilt
And the kings killed
I wonder
Yes, I wonder
How my life was plundered.


The author's comments:
This is a 8-20-lines poem also about "Coffee with Jess". The challenge was not only the length, but to have some sort of rhythm and rhyme scheme in it.
This one is definitely one of my personal favorites.

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