The Specialist : (Meeting The Bar:Conceit)


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“THE SPECIALIST”

  Invisible warlords of

Infectious Disease

Stole her youth

..at the tender age of fourteen

A battle raged deep in her veins

Invisible troops…holding the reigns.

Blindly she fought tiny mongers unseen..

“The White Coats” 

charged forth from the frontlines..

blindly fighting with HAART..

an effort to save

her biblical bloodline.

A cease-fire in place.

Moments of Peace.

A  microscopic white flag  waved…

in the mongers defeat.

Twenty years past..

Planning for years..

They set forth to end

the life held so dear.

The White Coats” sat baffled.

Heads in frail hands.

Never, they thought

would the evil ones plan

To strike her in silence..

Behind their blind eyes…

Their exhausted HAART‘s fearing demise.

Then came the Knight..

Upon his Red steed..

To stand by her side…to search her lost eyes..

for the answer at need..

“Are you willing to fight”?

Silently nodding…gritting teeth and smiling..

She blessed the brave Knight.

For he was a “White Coat”

of  a different clan.

He had waited in patience..

Antidote at hand.

All that was needed was a two-hearted force.

The cure lay in Love

of a very rare sort.

The “White Coats” were thankful..

As was his steed…

Knowing the girl’s soul ...from the depths of his dreams.

The Knight’s Heart grew in strength..

shrinking disease.

A family now strong.

With an army of troops.

The curing medicine of love..

much like laughter...lasts ever long.

love

 

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-NOTE – I’m not sure if I used conceit correctly…but I wanted to give it a shot…now knowing the true meaning of the term in literature…Thank you to dVerse, Bjorn, Brian, My blogging family, Ryan-my fiancee-who I owe my life, my mom, and all of my wonderful doctors ..

 

Here is the prompt from dVerse for Friday:

” Today’s Meeting the Bar deals with conceit in poetry, a concept that you’ve likely employed before and will hopefully be an enjoyable one to revisit. Let’s start with a definition

Conceit is a figure of speech in which two seemingly dissimilar objects are grouped together with the help of similes or metaphors. Conceit develops acomparison which is unlikely but is, nonetheless, intellectually imaginative. A comparison turns into a conceit when the writer tries to convince us a similarity between two things of whose unlikeness we are strongly aware of and, for this reason, conceits are often surprising.’ Please write an extended metaphor poem, or passage of conceit and link up at the bottom of the post.”

 

 

Written for dVerse

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