On humid mornings,
Through the fields they swiftly pass,
As one must do, when one must trespass,
To where the cows have sat the night,
To find that poison,
Which makes the mind melt,
Pappy in his overalls,
Shotgun and hound nearby,
Waits for a gambler to make the advance,
All in the dew,
All at the break of dawn,
When the toadstools break their blossom coffin,
And rise to poison any takers,
Strained with lemon,
Over a gumbo pot,
And served like the dirty milk,
Of some venomous thing.......
Author notes
Written November 5th, 2003
A contest entry
- Drug Addiction by isa.
300 points, ended April 13, 2004, 35 entries
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I really liked your poem. thank youfor entering and good luck!
-Isa -
Unfortunately, you didn't meet the rule requirement (3rd rule states to put the option number in your author comment) so I have to disqualify you from my competition.
I liked your poem all the same. it was erratic and scattered and yet seemed to fit together perfectly. Eloquent to the last.
~Faded -
one common thread I'm finding in your work is that you like to go out with a bang! with a thought that in itself could be an entire poem ....I'm a sucker for such things...well done.
always,
amberlee -
Oh yea... one of the best poems i've read today. Your style and voice are very unique and strong. I will definately be reading more of your work, this is exceptional.
Tight write, fantastic images, enjoyed very much,
~ Wendy -
Excellent
Took a minute for me to break free from the spell of this poem. I can always tell when there's magic because I have to go back and read the thing again. This is magic. It took me to a place that was just barely familiar enough to expand my horizons. My world is the richer now. Thank you for sharing the magic. What an awesome piece of work you have produced!
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