It was an incessant sound
the click, clump, click, clump of his steps
An incessant sound
that would never dissipate
I closed my ears,
my eyes,
my soul
But still
the click, clump, click, clump
through the night
the darkness spilling over me
the stars as the pulp of the sky
revealing the visage of the man in the moon
I tried to escape the sound
But he kept coming
click, clump, click, clump
And then he called to me
a plethora of new sounds
inundating my ears
He calls himself a troubadour
and the click, clump, click, clump
they are his steps
in my mind
of his dance
of his voice
A spasmodic rhythm
which I cannot explain
An apocalyptic calling that causes
an ache in my belly
So horrific I could tear my own entrails
from out my own gut
And laugh the whole time at my entertainment
my troubadour
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love it
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Many thanks for the HM.
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WOW!!!
Very Good Images!! I can hear the sounds myself...
I like showing your feelings in this, so true & sad..
Thnx for entering & Best of Luck
GLoriousGift
Heba -
I LOVE the line, "the stars as the pulp of the sky"! That is soooo cool, cuz normally pulp is gross so it puts a fresh spin on the stars. And the format of the last stanza is nifty, it gives the eye something to look at rather than a huge block of text!
Keep it up!
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many thanks!
you are too kind to take the time to read my work and respond with such thoughtful comments! Thank you so very much! I came to this site looking for help to improve and I feel like I am at home here . . .
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