Open Poetry #47 |
Arena Impromptu |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. What do they know That we are doing here I met you first as a child Burning with fever In my mother’s arms You did not take me then Yet you left as a wound The horror of your vacant eyes Each time I hung over the edge Your mouth opened wide I was again that child With nowhere to hide Not even in God So now again It is you and I You as a bull I as a matador With this whole Stupid oblivious world Sun stars indifferent moon Looking on Come Senor Let us determine at last How I shall walk this Earth The drummer beats The trumpet sounds . |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, I truly enjoyed this one, Huan Yi. I can feel the build up to the climax... and the moment upon you. Nicely done. Michael |
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