The chase commenced
as a full moon rose,
life to death is
how it goes.
One last tree
before the cliff stole pride,
no screeching tires,
they all died.
Tonight the
pipe is passed
and they'll dance for rain...
It was raining buffalo
before the passing train.
God save the Kyphosis tree,
gnarled in the moonlight.
The one time has forgotten,
her roots are parched,
her trunk is mossy.
God save the Kyphosis tree...
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #32 - WooDoo Master - by The Cube.
400 points, ended January 14, 9 entries
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this is realy lovely i get a lot of images from this..a verry nice story in this poem I wunt to do a poem that thst esent foucused on my selfishness...ok ill go do that..this poem is realy inspireing i read it twice!!!!
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A good write and a nice idea. A bit of touch of something out of an indian tribe of sorts. Though once it gets to the last stanza, it kinda leaves a cliff hanger in a way, as though I would like it to keep going.
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