A man. a washbowl. a voice in mirror,
everything topples over up to murder,
as simile, pushed body up to bottom of cellar,
in a schizoid, burst in progressively losing shape.
Writing, realization in catch of sound mix grounds,
interprets as river flowing at a village populated,
became a huge lake changing absolutely landscape,
life of inhabitants after unveiling throats put in waves.
Depends to an extent on human activities
to advocate stagnation to save our skin.
Author notes
prompt:
"aimlessly drifting, peripherally occupied"
A contest entry
- Short Poems - Prompt by Polaja.
1000 points, ended June 6, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is an interesting poem... although it all made sense and provided an interesting picture... sometimes I think that there was a lack of fitting together, so to speak... not that I didn't enjoy this poem
I like where you took the prompt, you came very close to the original quote thank you for entering!
Keep writing
Polly
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