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A Dryad's Last Stand
Dirty girl
Thorn bush
pricks her thighs- willow up ahead
Caution, for she eats roses
NO lie,
she doesn't care
Carelessness I so despise
society of turmoil-
system of decline
Patterns of smirch the
only beauty
on this atlas- corrupts my lids
I scream for her to get
out of the tree
Vultures soaring for the
living dead
Her feet hits the ground
bark scratches on her breasts and knees,
but her head was never found.
Published 31st Aug 2012
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6th Sep 2012 5:45pm
I love the way your poems flow when you say them out loud. Its like a natural feel. Noticed You like to paint dark pictures
6th Sep 2012 9:07pm
I'm all natural Vor. All natural. ALso, my imagery goes farther from dark. My mind floats with images and if i can paint them in words, than i am doing what i love to do. I love to make people know that they are not alone. Thanx for the comment.
8th Sep 2012 1:33am
I enjoyed the erratic structure of the poem and the lines defining lines:
"society of turmoil-
system of decline"
I think the third to final line should be "feet hit" rather than "feet hits".
Wonderful piece, keep writing.
Duncan
"society of turmoil-
system of decline"
I think the third to final line should be "feet hit" rather than "feet hits".
Wonderful piece, keep writing.
Duncan
8th Sep 2012 3:40am
Thanx Duncan and thanx also for the advice. I will be gladly throughou next time.
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