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Here’s another attempt at an Octain, a poetic form created by Luke Prater and linked to One Shot Wednesday: http://onestoppoetry.com/
Untitled Octain
How many lives are spent in vain,
too conscious of the voice of fear,
thoughts muddled so that sight’s unclear.
They creep through days avoiding pain
or, warped by hate, they learn too late
to trust that love should ever deign
to visit them and draw them near.
Too many lives are spent in vain.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Yes! I do remember when Luke did this. (Think he has a restricted site now.)
Well done, Victoria, and I particularly value the ending wrap.
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Well-written and very true =)
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A lot of truth in this little poem. Reminds me of the Emerson line:
“What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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its far better to face and embrace pain as a reminder of happiness.
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So true, and so well said.
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Beautifully done, Victoria–I enjoyed it very much. It captured the feeling of passivity…
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Emotional and powerful!
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ugh this one is heavy with emotion…yes i see those walking through life like this…wonderfully spun octain
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totally love it !!!
Wonderful image too !
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Expertly rhymed and extremely lyrical.
I thought the poetic form and the meaning meshed perfectly.
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Lovely … I enjoyed it very much.
Namaste, Izzy
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It may not have a title, and I am not going to suggest one, but I enjoyed in. Some strong, evocative images in there.
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