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November 20, 2009

Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner

Congratulations to JarieLyn for her winning contribution:

Battered by time
I refuse to fall

I stand alone
But I am not lonely

I am tattered and torn
But I am not broken

I am weathered and aged
But I am not ugly

A passerby sees me as unworthy
How sad that he is blind

If only he took the time
He would see there's much to be admired.

It is my beauty and strength
That keeps me standing.

My foundation was built with love
I repay my creator by standing proud.

Battered by time
I refuse to fall




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5 comments:

De Lly Dilettante said...

Surrounded by immense beauty,
Immersed in peaceful nature,
And yet I stand here empty,
Feeling lost and wee unsure.

Where did I go wrong..
In this special place?
I thought I'd always belong
In your warm sweet embrace...

But now I'm left here...
standing by myself,
What was once dear,
Now a thing left on the shelf.

The birds around me twitter,
The flowers around be bloom,
As for me, I continue to wither,
In this empty old room.

~JarieLyn~ said...

Battered by time
I refuse to fall

I stand alone
But I am not lonely

I am tattered and torn
But I am not broken

I am weathered and aged
But I am not ugly

A passerby sees me as unworthy
How sad that he is blind

If only he took the time
He would see there's much to be admired.

It is my beauty and strength
That keeps me standing.

My foundation was built with love
I repay my creator by standing proud.

Battered by time
I refuse to fall

septembermom said...

Eyes stayed fixed
on the remains of life
that seem shrouded
in clouded silence
as she attempts
to piece together
a hollow mystery.

Dani said...

haiku

Alone, forgotten
Year after year after year
Memories echo

~JarieLyn~ said...

This old house,
abandoned and forgotten
while the ghosts of yesteryear linger.
They keep the secrets that hide within the walls,
and they keep watch as the dried grasses and the tree branches sway to the rythm of the wind, dancing to the music that only the ghosts can hear.