This mud gets all over,
clumps stuck in hair,
becoming the cloths worn
even to dinner dates.
Every shower brings more
till there is enough
to start farming
the belly, yes yes
with more rolls than a bakery.
There is no cleaning
that doesn't make it dirtier
someplace else.
I've grown so much
the jokes about mistaking
the midnight milkyway
for a dark chocolate snack
are true, well, to you.
The field on my ass itches
and the war over my shoulder
is now petty and futile.
All you know is me,
but I don't know you.
Author notes
I hope it is clear that I am talking about earth, not just in the sense of the planet. Personifying the planet was fun, but I wanted to bring out the element involved, the flesh and meet of the planet, at least as far as any of us are concerned. I loved forming the Earth until we encounter it, I didn't use any pronoun indicating the speaker untill we encounter the difference between it and sky one fateful midnight. I hope you enjoy it and let me know if it is successful in bringing the element into the picture.
A contest entry
- Elemental, My dear Watson by lie.
860 points, ended December 1, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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The beginning was really strong, but I think you lost it towards the end. I do really like this piece. It's rustic, and does match the element really well.
It's full of creativity and originality.
Nice piece.
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