Challenge
Tis time for you to enter the Wayback Machine and hunt down your longest poem written with the most amount of reads ... likes and repost don't count. The winner receives a Certificate called:
Longfellow Penmanship Award. I will be choosing the winner based on content, style and form. Under your piece, post the date when it was first submitted by you.
For this challenge ... do not tag anyone other than me in the comment box as: @Danceinsilence ... to do otherwise, eliminates you from potentially winning.
Would Shakespeare Approve
Her eyes, shine like the sun, soft as moonbeams,
Her smile far outweigh all the stars above,
Surrounding her is pureness held gently,
Like spun moss, silvery soft to the touch.
Not often a true beauty can be found,
She is wildflowers, a spring lake pure,
Surrounded by heaven and earth, calming,
To write of such as this, would fill pages.
This is music without sound or movement,
This is the dance longed for generations,
A melody never-ending such love.
She brings the goodness of spirit to task.
And yet, she does not know that I listen.
It matters not; this pleasure, I hold true.
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This came via a challenge to write a sonnet.
First posted here: May 2018
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For those reading, this is part of one
of two new challenges I've put up.