The mystic moon pulls tides from ocean's floor
to set in motion my heart's fantasy.
I, but a speck of sand confined to shore,
believe I'll ride those waves past drudgery
to find new worlds fantastic to explore,
and so escape what now imprisons me.
I smile when distant moon sends down her beams,
for with a little faith I'll reach my dreams.
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Author Notes
The contest requires a poem of any style that uses 9 of 10 words from a given list. I have used the words "motion, heart, fantasy, believe, fantastic, escape, smile, distant and little." I left out the word "friction." We were allowed to add endings to words, such as "escapes," but not change the word to a whole other form, like "escapee."
I chose a one verse ottava rima as my poetic form - 8 lines of 10 syllables each in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of ABABABCC.
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