So am I the man
holding breath
until the outcome
inches across
a parched desert
sun-scorched ground
beyond thirst
clouds unborn, thunder unsung
no signs
in sight, holding
A contest entry
- 24 Hour Contest :The Rent is Due... by Nicole Hanna.
600 points, ended June 26, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Loved the first and last two lines. I swear I think those can be a poem unto themselves. Simple and captivating imagery. Thanks for entering.
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gather an audience. thats what i do when i want/need to cry. pretty sad, but whatever works i say. good job. enjoyed. good luck in the contest.
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a holding pattern.
this is excellent and i quite understand this myself right now.
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