In a flash
a hand falls down to pick up the trash
and the look of flex
extends to the eyelash
and gets worn in by cleaners
then slaved this sight
situates all its glory in a game of chinese whispers
mercy mercy
each blink passed on
loitering dirt
polluting the places
the picking of trash
the trash
the littering
the litterati
mercy, merely seen
alot can happen in a quick blink
sneaky mercy, merely see
before you know it
ships sinked,
dead end pollutions
crying samaritans
awfulfilled streets in misery
trash frilled a full to the brim within the blink
that didn't even cause a stir to the eyebrow and it's guard
mercy mercy
Author notes
sorryyy this poem needs alot of word
A contest entry
- Blink by Tigris.
450 points, ended June 8, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I don't what it is about this poem, but it has a very amiable quality. I really love the first stanza. Thank you for your entry.
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