I yield palms to charcoal skies
as though attempting to pour out
my pulsing heart
For it cannot contain
these exquisite churning waves
whose salt burns behind my burdened eyelids
images of distorted earth
and bleeding Ghandi’s
marching in procession
with ghosts of choking Jews
As I, God, freeze incredulous
at the horror
as though a spectator
in a worn cinema seat
In a list
A contest entry
- A Letter From God To Man by Naridill.
300 points, ended October 23, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Oh, my Gosh!This is so good!
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Intrigued by the boldness of the title I came upon this gem. I am more in awe at the fact that you used the personal pronoun "I" in referrence to God, than I am to the title. Outstanding writing, but beyond that is the eloquent arrogance of it all. Waving my tail at you on this one...
bye,
HW702
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I have to ask, what do you mean 'Waving my tail at you'? Perhaps it's an American saying and I have no idea what it means! lol
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LOL CHOKING JEWS
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Yeah they smoke too much! Think about it gas chambers!!!
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A lollercaust
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Penciling stitches...
Holy depiction of a once great nation, Georgia! The incineration comes with chasing hazelwitch and Penelope Camden discourses in Polish. Your venacular carves the rough edges off and leaves a dormancy among us to whistle along with.
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Exasperation is the order of the day when it comes to the actions of humanity, and this piece is exactly that, exasperated at it all.
Unless there is a pardigm shift, we are proverbially...y'know, rather buggered.
Good write.
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poets are on a mission to make me cry today...
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