Within the fragility of our existence
We watch
as poverty bleeds its viscous red blood over our global society.
We listen
to the frolicking of the next generation within this pool of blood
We smell
its stentch in all its acridity, steam underneath our noses
We feel
it slide over the surface of our skin, thick and warm.
It comsumes all of our senses
and we let it.
Perhaps it is time to act?
A contest entry
- Free-Write by polly filla.
1750 points, ended August 12, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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'staunch' comes to mind.
good use of the word 'blood', yet I think you could have done without repeating it on line 5
also, I think the end line's uncalled for; as a reader, I was already being directed to think that, from the contents of your poem
I like it a lot; thanks for entering!
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