Hey guys. I'm no poet or anything, and most good poetry just goes over my head, but we had to write a sonnet for my creative writing class, so I thought I'd post it up here. It's probably not very good, but I dunno, I kind of like it.

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Woman of the Earth

Is there a deed more terrible than this?
The potter’s hands bear down on you like clay
Resilient beauty trampled by my wish
A Vulcan rivulet from pewter grey
The first of many glaring needles will
Put you to death: Destroy the precious few
Distinctions from your parallels and hills
Immerse you in a stream of grey and blue
Your hardened face deceived a poor man’s hope
For you were stagnant with no need to stay
You gave the overlord untrammelled scope
Beneath his flooding you were wiped away.

I smile: your wounds heal up after the rain
Your reformed, rugged beauty breathes again.