It was sometime in New Orleans,
before the clocks went blank
and newspapers no longer gave weather reports,
but instead told of the end of the world,
and the death of God,
when I realized the barrenness
of the sun.
Televisions merely talk to themselves,
and ghosts chant lullabies to walls.
Children no longer pick up the pennies
that litter the streets.
Maybe they dreamed of life,
or maybe they dreamed of prison cells
A riot tells the tales told by Native Americans
to soldiers designed to kill even the sky.
Bartenders and mothers and fathers sleep alone,
whispering about nihilism. Strippers collect final tips,
and go home with wealthy businessmen to die
before the storm comes.
Desertion redraws a map, and the flood
swallows innocence and glory. Death walks on the water
with the sun in one hand, a scathe in the other,
and the wind exhales from its soul.
Author notes
- You have the right to make me write in any form/style/type of poetry there is on this planet. You will hopefully never murder yourselves trying to find even at least one bizarre form. But, then again, I may have easy things too. Or maybe not. I do not know.
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- We have the right to disqualify you if we are not pleased by your behaviour, or actions, or something with your poetry (though, most likely not the last one). Though, this is unplanned, you still need to be respectful.
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A contest entry
- UNPLANNED: as unexpected as you [preliminary round] by Never Fall in Love.
400 points, ended December 22, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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yes.
Although you have creative images, the tone that you used was very straight-forward - and so does not shine as much as it could have.
You're in.
http://allpoetry.com/group/show/UNPLANNED%20as%20unexpected%20as%20you
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Yes
Your images are so creative and so brilliant.
Please wait for the other judge's opinion.
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