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Constant A windswept sky upsets intent meaning to curl, the set locks went. Concrete has a written dictate but then it chips, cracks, breaks and flakes. According to map, a path's laid soon athwart comes the barricade. I've never met proper format I wanted this, but I got that. I've appointed, numbered and planned; yet quickly it revolves to sand. No matter how I rearrange the only constant thing is change. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2006-07-05 23:55:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Hi Dellena,
How well you conveyed the idea of "constant" and "change" in a terse verse. Nothing to say more, but Goodluck. (smile)
Jordan