with an eyeball rake
between my knees
i flounder
when the well is full
seems the indifferent
you feign in foreign
tongues is
off in search of
some small same
a seed of
soil the sully sowed
in grounds
unguardened
A contest entry
- 20-40 Words by She Stole My Voice.
400 points, ended December 15, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I sense a little cummings here! Well done


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Your mind is plethora of randomness and when it writes like this I just nod
C


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I absolutely love this.
I can't pick out my favorite parts.
Thank you for entering and good luck ♥


