Mother rages ...
He grasps Grandfather's hands
to evade watery graves.
When swallows swirl
depths of suffocation,
~three bobs, two breaths~
The serene sprees
in conquerer screams
of immortality.
Author notes
20 to 30 words
The Cry of Mankind
image credit: The Cry of Mankind by MysticCharm found at deviantart.com
Used title and pic as inspiration
A contest entry
- Back in NZ Quickie !!! by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended July 8, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent!
Congrats. on your win, a well written pen!
Regards,
Jennifer
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damn! I thought that said three boobs.
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This was really thought provoking.. I really liked it though.. You did a good job with both of the prompts..The imagery was detailed and sad for some reason.. But like always it's probably just me..lol.. Congrats on the Bronze..
Angel
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Now this really made me think! I think there are layers of depth in this and that each reader will see their own message in it... I won't go into too much about what I see.. other than to say.. love it!
'Grandfathers hands' made me see the 'time' in here as a grandfather clock!
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Perfection! I adore your take on the prompt!
Well done and good luck in the contest...
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