Open Poetry #40 |
Fury (Challenge Response) |
Masked Intruder
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since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
In a corner of the yard, by the scorched wooden beams of a teeter-totter, a deflated bladder hung in limp white and black. And the slide, once shiny in its aluminum splendor, agonizes over its ashy makeup. The harsh squeak of metal links on metal links, sings reverence to the heat of August, a swing in the barest breeze. Rubber footprints dot the blacktop in gross remembrance of noon. Black smoke hangs on the horizon, flames from here to there. Only a charred tube testament to the true fury of the wild. Its mercury melting to liquid steel. ------------ littlewing's Challenge -*-*- Divide me again. [This message has been edited by Masked Intruder (03-01-2007 05:25 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I had to look twice... then I remembered how the game was carried on... and how well you did with your very last line. |
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