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Interview
Contributed by
tecnorobo
on
Sunday, 16th February 2014 @ 10:11:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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The car’s tires spin on contact with the ice. Grasping for breath like the swimmer who plunges into frigid waters. Spinning around like a carnival ride. A toddler feeling rain splash on their face for the first time. Wonderment.
The tiny fawn’s wobbling first steps. Beyond is the predator on the prowl; the unknown.
A war waging in poverty stricken country. When will this end on the lips of babes and mothers. The hour hand ticks and brings no relief. The banner of peace in sight, but blurry.
The marathon runner can see the finish line. Their legs burning like ashes in a slow fire. Their blood flows molten like lava. But wonderment fills them.
The end in their reach; but what lies beyond the finish line?
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2014-02-16 22:11:35] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Interview
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Sunday, 16th February 2014 @ 10:30:41 PM AEST (User
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I love "Their legs burning like asked in a slow fire"..that took me immediately to climbing a mountain. But what lies on the other side, "beyond the finish line?"
No one ever asked that….but you did!
you have invited us each to write own own ending. How enticing!
Please would you take the time to read and comment on other's poetry also? They will appreciate it as much as you do! (No one is paid to do that, we do it to encourage new writers.)
Thank you tecnorobo! |
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