Scorched Earth MAG

By Joseph K., New City, NY

Acharcoal curtain drapes
over the tranquil town.
Shivering ears listen
toits fiery rage.
Dangling pools drip
like sweating palms and hurlthemselves
toward the desiccated earth.
Each bead grasps the hand of theother
as they plummet.
Like corpses,
they wait,
only to be kicked upby angry heels.

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i love this so much!

Silence BRONZE said...
on Nov. 27 2009 at 7:12 pm
Silence BRONZE, Bronx, New York
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The image of this arid earth and air is interesting, and then even the rain that falls is abnormal-its nervous almost, falling onto unknown territory. One thing that i found confusing was this conflicting image of the rain falling in "pools;" I don't feel like the image of pools really fits in, especially when you mention these beads falling separately.

I also found it interesting that you combined certain words, whether that was on purpose or not. They seemed strategically placed, in areas where the reader should really be paying more attention and be focused. Great job!


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