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Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 107 Points (22 September / London)

Bell's Palsy XXII – Match Met


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.

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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(5 December 2007 revised 17 January 2009)

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