the fragrance of our flagrant fallacies
permeates
the nostrils of narcistic navigators
causing them to lose their star
now drifting
like a slow motion comet taking a detour
just to burn the beard of Father Time as he slept
neath the world tree
satiated
with pieces of clocks still stuck in his teeth.
Author notes
this was about the sixth one posted here, but the first write completely birthed at AP.
A contest entry
- we are also what we've lost by jeremiah abel.
600 points, ended October 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your first. by jkh.
550 points, ended January 1, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the alliteration in the first 2 lines and I find that I begin to miss it as I read the rest of the poem. The imagery of Father Time with clock hands in his dentures. Other than the forgotten alliteration I really like this poem good job.
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