He shot at the sky,
angry at anything
he could find
to blame,
Lone prints covered by
drifts on
the ground
as he walks on
alone.
The brooding storm
followed,
While he looked for
a calm to
his
journies without
end.
A contest entry
- PICTURE PROMPT XIV - 16 ENTRIES / 16 LINES by ShelleyA.
1000 points, ended April 1, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice title. Good write and interpretation of the picture prompt. Good imagery, flow and tone. Nice depth of feeling. Good descriptives, word choice, nice alliteration and assonance. Thank you for your entry.
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