Open Poetry #38 |
stick and flames |
CastleGuard Senior Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 760Alberta, Canada |
what shadows drifted through the soul of that hunched, squatting beast, beating a stick on the ground with his tightly clenched fingers, a gleam of atomic proportions already in his eye... he sought comfort in the crackling flame as he had done for thousands of years - but the dancing tips were blithe spirits, unconcerned with his predicament.. and he raised his eyes to the stars, perhaps they would offer answers - and now he has gone there... he has come far, that primeval beast of the grassy plains — yet, he still stares into the flames; he still tests the stick, in all its forms, and pounds his chest over a vanquished foe... so far “intelligence” has eluded him — though it’s just within his grasp... just beyond the stick... CG |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
grinning...your stick/intelligence metaphor is great |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
I really like this Dave |
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