In the valley all is deathly still;
dry river bed and broken bridge
shimmering in the sun's heat.
Sentinel cypresses,
on the distant slope,
disintegrate
as shells burst
among
them.
A contest entry
- Three Rounds in Three Weeks by CitrineSunrise.
600 points, ended June 30, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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I thought this was an interesting choice of topic and I felt the stillness and then the explosions. I am enjoying how a simple form can take poets in so many different directions. Thank you for entering this contest and good luck.
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A very good poem on the World War II and Royal Artillery.





