Open Poetry #34 |
Morning Mishaps and Unused target Practice |
Don_Juan Member
since 2004-04-08
Posts 252Far from where I am going |
Broken clay pdgeons lay strewn upon a pile of half sorted wood behind a blushing barn unused shells set across a lifeless ground drunken and inaudible voices abound from a hill beaneath the mist the morining hunt is all but over leaves flush with color caressed by a cool autumn breeze twigs snap under work boots armaments bounce in rhythm with footsteps all mtion halts as time carries on with the wind explosions of obisidan powder shatter the silence as quiet shrapnel races throughout a motionless vortex crows fly from tree tops antlers disappear into forest shadow bullet sits off target embedded in the ground (i know it's hunting season is in session or near so i figured this was appropriate. I hope you enjoy) nice use of muffin |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I like it best when the bullet hits the ground. |
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