Night, and I study the inside of my eyelids.
A building stands before me, and if I crane
my neck, I can see my people at desks and
manning telephones. At a pinch I can hear
the metallic clunk as a computer cog spins
to count another penny in the city's kitty.
When I wake, the sun is still below the horizon,
and the only whirring is the metallic
gates holding the hoards of
people back from the palace gates. I long
to stop hearing, shut out the noises and slip back to
aesthetic dreams.
Author notes
Prompt for me;
Aesthetic Dreams
-Oh.My.Juliet
Prompt for Zackp;
"I won't let you spoil my war for me. Destroys the weak, does it? Well, what does peace do for'em, huh? War feeds its people better."
-A quote from the Brecht play, Mother Courage.
e p i t o m e
my poem explores what a ruler who has lost the favour, and money, of her people dreams; note the contrast in line length/form in the two stanzas please 
A contest entry
- the silhouetted rounds; three: dark matter, realistically. by sighingflosser..
400 points, ended November 22, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thank you for taking the time to read;
Comments
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I study the inside of my eyelids.
-i found this very cliche.
At a pinch I can hear
the metallic clunk as a computer cog spins
to count another penny in the city's kitty.
-the flow of this was brilliant, i love the imagery, the everydayness of it all.
if i'm being absolutely nitpicky, i'd say i don't like the way you used the title in the poem, at the very end. but you pulled the piece off very well, in whole. thanks for entering.
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I once saw a play by Bert Brecht
At the time I was totally wrecked;
For me this rather spoiled it
And I threw up in the toilet.
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oh hello. that was interesting. thanks for posting.
write on.
~*~SP~*~
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