He soars
And plunges into the canopy
Flashing zig-zag
Through twigs and branches
Alighting light as eternal peace
On this leaf...
Picking the ripest...
Twittering...
On TV
Over Gaza
The machine zooms zig-zag
Over the streets
Never alighting
Picking this and that
Twittering...
Wreaking futility
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A contest entry
- Evening Quickie! 10/25!!! Quickie!! =D by Hikari Phoenix.
400 points, ended January 7, 2009, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"Wreaking futility" what a weird and yet wonderful phrase that is. So descriptive of the havoc of many modern conflicts.
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Thanks, Jim. This poem has changed since it was written a quickie inspired by a prompt. The first version Zen, a communion with the observed; this one now is dramatic, the sheer 'futility' of it all. The contrast is not artificially introduced. Seeing the sunbird in action on my cherry tree had often brought me the image of Tom Hawk missile zig-zaging over the Iraq cities telecast during the war. And now it is Gaza.
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Liked the first line, gave me a smile. lol, nice take on the prompt, one can imagine that the twigs and branches are the inner mind of ones self. Thanks for entering.
Much love
~Noor
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It is about freedom, total and absolute. That is when you become the true king. Thanks for great prompt, but for which these lines would not have been.
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