eye lids flickering
veins throbbing heart beat
bead of sweat between brow
hypnotized
by darkness
lithe muscles rippling
swaying to dead beat
freedom....
stolen
cloud burst of realization
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.
jarred awake.
Author notes
30 words or less.
no rhyme.
left align.
A contest entry
- 30 words by Melissa Gayle.
1200 points, ended July 9, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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There is a staccato feel to this, it works for the piece though.
Interesting idea presented here. -
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Thankie!!
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