count to nineteen -
scrap iron with a lock jaw grip
and let go of all the other
countless numbers...
Author notes
makes me wish I hadn't written it either...
A contest entry
- 20 words by Melissa Gayle.
1750 points, ended July 1, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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To me is seems rather sarcastic and humorous.
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hmmm countless numbers...does that mean there are too many to count? Numbers that dont count? Or after 19 you just got confused and said, the rest are countless
galfalfa
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Hanging onto #19 and in the anticipation of the next - grasping... and releasing!
Marlene
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Dude, I just love your mind.
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the process of l9 words ... or thereabouts, is like taking the good iron out of the tin foil ... i grit my teeth and do the same thing but sometimes its like removing spaghetti from the sauce, one thread at a time, and then, of course, each one of those magically transform themselves into sparkling strands of riverbed sand streaming between the toes of a pretty girl with her pant cuffs up where the water sparkles and the trout loft .... the sauce is never what you hoped for anyhow
dump trucks and car chompers to all the unsung songs
Moqui
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Moqui, if you were any more Gacked, you'd loft upon a heavy wind and truly be gone into another plain of existence. as for the sauce, pour it in a cup, sit back and watch the pant cuff beauty giggle as she glistens. looking for noodles to sew up my britches...
Hey 19, no we can't dance together...
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