The exercise:
Okay, I don't have time to do my take on this prompt before I leave, but rest assured I'll have one written and ready to go upon my return.
The topic for this week's four line poem: the road of light.
Mine:
Wait for it...
Edit: Here it is! Thanks for being so patient :)
Sun setting on rain-slicked pavement
Transforms the final miles back home
From a dull drive through the city
To Caesar returning to Rome
3 comments:
Hmph, normally I comment on yours first before beginning mine, but yours is not yet here! I'm tempted to just write down comments anyway and see if they're appropriate to yours when it arrives....
The road of light
I crossed the sagging, rusting, rainbow bridge,
With confidence my dented shield against the endless night,
Clutching this broken, jagged sword of tears,
Hunting for the fabled road of light.
If you don't mind, I think I'll continue Greg's. I'm not sure if the meter, but I'll give it a shot.
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My journey's been long, the road near impossible,
El Dorado, I thought, was an easy find.
My trials have been many, successes numbered few
Impending failure crept into my mind.
But rising o'er a crest, I shielded my eyes,
A fiery pillar blinded me, sending me to the ground.
I chanced a peek, and I couldn't believe it:
The bridge of light stretched before me! It, I found!
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I couldn't decide whether to give our hero satisfaction of actually making it to this bridge, or have it only be a heartbreaking illusion in the valley below... So, if anyone wants to continue it either way, be my guest.
Greg - hah, t'is a shame you didn't :)
Very nicely done, I like the image of a sagging, rusted rainbow bridge.
g2 - I'm always happy to see continuations in the comments :)
Personally I like the idea of it being an illusion, but that's mostly just me being a jerk :)
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