Two geniuses met for a meal today
But neither ate a bite.
For their appetites were stolen
By their own destructive insight.
One created a monster
While trying to conquer death:
A troubled, dangerous creature
That spreads panic with each breath.
The other won a war
By writing his leader a note
That led to two explosions,
And entire cities smote.
Both men now hide and grieve,
Their ideas turned to beasts
Their dinner growing colder
Than the hearts of the deceased.
Author notes
Prompt #4, I met Daffy Duck. Contest requirements for these notes completely take away from the poem.
Anyway, this poem is about a dinner meeting of Dr. Frankenstein and Einstein, if you hadn't picked that up, and their reflections on their respective legacies. It always seems that our worst actions are remembered best; if this is true, then these two will never be forgotten.
Please tell me what you think
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Fantastic...such brilliant ryhme. i really enjoyed reading this.
Lana
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its good but i was kinda confused with the last line until i read it again. i think maybe you could put "their dinner growing as cold
As the hearts of the deceased" but overall it was a good poem. good job -
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Thanks for the input. I didn't like the flow of the suggested edit, but I did change the last few lines slightly to make them easier to understand.
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One created a monster
While trying to conquer death:
A troubled, dangerous creature
That spreads panic with each breath.
I love this stanza.
excellent work.
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