Nettles of needle-prick wisps,
rising like sharp words,
piercing a pulsating sky
whose leadened lungs
choke on clogged air
spittle loose lumps,
menacing mucus,
leaps to trees, to house, to cities
We are victim of our own desires
to have bigger, faster,
taller
like babble’s tower
to reach a god
who has sickened
on
our rotting meetings
Author notes
jpg = deviantart: untiteled_in_dark_by_alexka
playing with meanings
In a list
A contest entry
- Dark picture prompt by fortyninereasons.
850 points, ended December 21, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Kudos. quite the zinger of an ending from a very talented quill. Congratulations on the gold, and on furthering the Muse.
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thank you for your entry. Good luck in the contest.
Juls
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ty fortyninereasons. I think often on the idea that some have, that man is powerful enough to end the world. I am thinking he would rid earth of us before the creation he loves.
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Strong lines and wording, made even more so by your exemplary alliteration. That last stanza is especially powerful, love the allusion.
Well penned,
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ty for your comment. I do appreciate it!
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