Everywhere I look . . .
insidious helmets roll
as a bristle on the terrain
stripes of a nation
with ardent graphic characters
mercurial twist and nip
unkempt wings stalk
to joust a dramatic flair
an outlet twist
yearly master box of danger
behooves them
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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This poem can be so eaily interpretted in a myriad of ways. I see war, and tanks, and fighting, and blood for useles causes.
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K on target with the interpretation and thanks for visiting!
ReplyDeletePamela
So much danger everywhere!
ReplyDeletePamela, it looks like you have redesigned your blog. Nice.
Diane thanks and I did. I was bored and needed a so called facelift! ;)
ReplyDeletePamela
To read this out loud exercised the tongue. Good one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gordon!
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