In afternoons at my farm, in blues of rest,
leave the pasture, now follow a bit of time,
chewing a grass, in naked chest from outside,
in unreal pajamas of three years old.
Go down to river in ford of small channels,
went to drink in fountain the cold resonant water,
if I find in bush, a ruby red mulberry,
'am spitting the blood around farm yards.
breathing the good smell of manure;
between cows and oxen, look at me without jealousy
and when by chance a pee boils..
Followed from a glance not without malice verve
liven up without distress none,
pee as a common in a party of foam.
Author notes
BLOW
A contest entry
- BLOW (repaired) by Kali-Mus.
600 points, ended March 2, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was one GREAT entry. I love your wording. I have enjoyed reading
You captured not only your surroundings in this but the feelings the smell the adventure... the humor... I truly like this. thanks for sharing
Sincerely,
Mel
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Excellent
Very well done. A great creation for the prompt. Best of luck in the contest.
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Great write...I see a three year old colt running free in the pasture...
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This is an odd poem.
I can quit understand alot of it.
I like the purposeful absense of words, it shows
me alot about your creativity.
Thank You for entering. :]]
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