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.

5 comments:

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

    Great work.

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  2. And all on the verge of combustion!

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

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

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