Open Poetry #29 |
Bedtime Story |
dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
A small insignificant Child of a god Was given one year, For Christmas, His very first store-bought World to play with. It was a shiny new world, Factory equiped With atomic clouds Of gray dust Which spewed into the air Periodically. And the silly little god, Being sickly, Played with his world Constantly. It hummed at his bedside Whirling and blinking. But one unfortunate day, The little god's Condition worsened, And he died, Just as a new cloud Arose from the world. His parents locked the toy away In an attic somewhere, Where it could hum- And blink- And whirl- And never disturb Anyone. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Except those who happen to think of what's stored in the attic. *S* I enjoyed this thought-provoking write! *S* |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Very Stephen Kingish.... Very... and thought provoking, as well! Sheesh...now my mind will be in a whirl ALL day! |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Some bed time stories are very scary...as truth sometimes is. Enjoyed this! |
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