unkept man
sitting on a rock
amidst the battlefield
humming
soldiers say, "move along"
unkempt man hums
soldier grabs unkempt man
by the arm and begins
to pull him off the rock
unkempt man pulls glass orb
from pocket
releases it into the air
glow is so bright
all turn away
loud growl
faces turn back to see
crouching dragon
soldiers run
not from dragon
but from look
on face of
unkempt man
Author notes
The lady at the coffee shop told me to write something full of testosterone for a change. OK.
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- Whatever by Phineas Red.
600 points, ended October 25, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Hum.
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humm... I kind of like testosterone. This is not your typical poem. The rhyme is still off but the meter is well done and I see a vivid image.
Love,
Amera♥
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