Florence P. Wordsmith

Rookie (October 27,1932 / Zinjibar)

A Serious Poem - Poem by Florence P. Wordsmith

the trembling of my hand
fate's string dangles
twisting my vision to one
that cannot be
the dust settles callously
over the meandering stream of thought
throughout the forest of my pain
I cannot guess the times
that fortune has passed me by
in favor of the senseless drudging
of the moon's cool heat
upon a summer's first snowfall


Comments about A Serious Poem by Florence P. Wordsmith

  • Rookie - 96 Points Vidyadhara ..... (2/10/2009 10:17:00 AM)

    Interesting and intriguing and well written (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Malcolm Bacchus (2/3/2009 11:22:00 AM)

    I feel like the imagery here is jumping out and grabbing me by the tips of my hair and yanking me into your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (2/2/2009 8:19:00 PM)

    There is such a mixture of images here that no clear picture emerges
    from the myriad of word usages. The reader is left in the dark.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Catrina Heart (2/2/2009 8:23:00 AM)

    made my mind creeping for awhile...nice imagery...10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Arthur Q. Kromwelle (1/29/2009 8:26:00 PM)

    Very eloquent manipulation of poetic prose and verse. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dmitri Romanovski (1/28/2009 3:03:00 PM)

    Your skill in maneuvering the labyrinth of the English language really is quite skillful. Well done, oh traveled one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 28, 2009



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