Its like road kills on juggernauts tyres,
a flashing world in staccato images
and only occasional respite.
You don’t know whether to hold on or fall.
Night is worse,
just shadows of shadows projecting promises
along a Mobius strip – a ring-a-ring of roses decaying;
beauty is so short lived,
and I could cobble something;
random phrases with obscure images,
pretending to go deeper than the paint
veneered over my lack of inspiration,
but that would be cheating … wouldn’t it?
Author notes
Lacking Inspiration.
"Be Beautiful, Be Brutal, But Most Of All Be Truthful"
A contest entry
- Favourites ONLY by Laura Lamarca.
1300 points, ended November 20, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honest Critique Requested
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I have long been aware of the brevity of life, the sorrow of knowing beauty cannot last. I liked the reference to the jumping rope rhyme: "ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes to ashes, we all fall down" - many never realize it was a rhyme made up about the black plague. What a thing to teach a child, ehhh??? 
Good luck in the contest, Poet. 
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