Just another poem, doo-de-doo.

"Art of Life"

These same words have been written by many men
Caught in the zephyr of metamorphosis;
Yet somehow I know I will never again
Go back to being the same blank canvas.

I have come to life in brilliant color;
Love is the fuel that flows spiritually through my veins.
I have penned this adventure, I am the author,
And I have written that I will break the chains.

Breathe into me and I will breathe into you
The zest I have been so very blessed to find;
For the world is alive in shades and hues,
And by its masterful strokes we are outlined.

I feel as if I am soaring, like a dove;
Alive with the transformative power of love.

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Yet another masterpiece, Roan.

I see an idea of breaking free of an old self and becoming a new person, a person who can love and be loved in return (hence the metamorphosis).

The rhyme scheme is simply A B A B, yes?

Great job. It's short, but very meaningful and complex.

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"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)

That's more or less the gist of it, yup. This has been a very good, productive and transformative year for me, in many different ways. I was reflecting on that today and I felt inspired, so this is what became of it.

Yeah, it's a typical ABAB scheme. It's not quite a sonnet, I had to break form a few times for the sake of keeping things clear, but it's more or less a sonnet.

EDIT: Also, masterpiece? Pfft, hardly, lol.

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So, I know we're totally not supposed to do this, but...

*shameless self bump*

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Hrm, the first few lines in stanza 2 didn't really flow right. I think the tempo was off...

Stanza 3 is my favorite. It really expresses itself, and the word choice was flawless. So I guess just fix #2, but great poem otherwise.

1 more thing: what format was this?

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"Life isn't about how hard you can hit;
it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward"
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Stanza 2 probably doesn't "sound" right because I had to stretch the syllables a bit to get what I wanted to say across in the second line.

It's closest to being a sonnet, but I didn't keep with all of the "rules", so I guess it's a quasi-sonnet.

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