Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Broken Spears


Dropping old tools;
Last of
Our recourses

Laid heavy so
In our
Letting arms

Matchstick shafts snapped
And scattered
Like sparks

To light warming
Fires in
Cold hearts

Never to burn
Eyes like
Molotov fear.
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5 comments:

  1. LenaMarch 3, 2011 at 2:02 a.m.

    I really enjoy the uniqueness of this one.
    Very nice use of meter, as usual. :)

    Great work.

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  2. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallApril 4, 2011 at 2:35 p.m.

    visual and lovely word...

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  3. UnknownApril 4, 2011 at 6:54 p.m.

    And all on the verge of combustion!

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  4. Judy RoneyApril 5, 2011 at 8:05 a.m.

    Wonderful thoughts on fire and the affects. Love this style. http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/04/nail-tech.html

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  5. AnonymousApril 5, 2011 at 11:53 a.m.

    a solders weary day? i got that feel when reading this

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