Challenge
Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
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Body of Tears; Deposit of Sorrow
Looking out onto the serene ocean,
The waves cascading onto the shore like waves of tears,
And at once, I imagine that the ocean isn't made of water that came to be there by natural phenomenons,
But rather that the ocean was formed by all the tears that people have shed since the beginning of time;
And perhaps this is why one feels sad when they gaze into a serene ocean alone,
Because it's not a body of salt water,
But rather a body of tears,
A deposit of sorrow from mankind in generations past;
Perhaps that is why I remember all those I've lost
When I look into the serene ocean.
- Michael Hall