Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 191 Points (22 September / London)

Bell's Palsy Xxii – Match Met - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Through metaphors one strikes symphonic chords,
sonnet metamorphosis complete,
one mirror image more before towards
tossed sleep’s return’s embossed on crinkled sheet.
One little cares for life’s snares, strife filled street,
when sense of humour, dream denied, affords
itself the luxury of lines to beat
eternity’s sharp introspective swords
to ploughshares. Match met, mighty pen would treat
itself to compensation’s grained awards,
rewards grasped unexpected from defeat
when unresponsive jaws snatch victory
day, night, writes words dry eye can hardly see.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(5 December 2007 revised 17 January 2009)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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