Open Poetry #26 |
Road-kill |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
I am the muse’s road-kill she ran across my throat until the words spilled. I traced the letters on the crosswalk with chalk to contain the evidence but the judge found my claim irrelevant and provoked my creative license. Since then, not a moment of silence. my muse distorts my views with outmost violence, she drains my soul until there’s nothing left and words fall short of breath... Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (06-11-2003 01:58 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write, I know what ya mean |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Powerful! Loved these lines that sum up the paralysis of the situation: she drains my soul until there’s nothing left and words fall short of breath... |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
but the judge found my claim irrelevant and provoked my creative license. having been in court lately for a friend..I could picture a judge telling you this... I know, not meant to be funny... I enjoyed it and your new picture. M |
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