Ideas clashing, with memories at the back
a runaway freight train has taken
all sensible thought.
The brige of confusion lies ahead
broken and battered,
will it fall through to the crag below.
I think so, it always does
and darkness comes in to calm
only after the KABOOM!
A contest entry
- Dynamite by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended June 22, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Nice take on the prompt. I think we all hit a point where we feel like we just want to blow. Well done. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm
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Awww... this is a very cute poem. I really enjoyed the metaphor you created, and it worked well with the overall tone and message of the piece. well done!


