Untitled #1 (LJI s8 t2)

[cloworora]

Ready.  Aim. Fire; Blight the land

Make a stand; Treat me godly

"I won't go! Never let go!"

A growl grunted. She fleetly flinched

We will die. We all die

Blood and bruises; fellow felt feeble

The devil's sweepstakes, staining each cover

Radio buzzed air, each slipped note

Industry in atrophy, the future rusted

Gathers no moss; reassembling the ends,

Guy

Comments

[basric]

Well done.

[cloworora]

Thank you!

[whirlgig]

You've got my vote!

[cloworora]

Hey, thanks for that. I need all the votes I can get now.

[whirlgig]

I know the feeling. I'm going through all the tribes and reading the entries with the fewest votes. At this early stage where the newbies don't know anyone we need all the help we can get!

[cloworora]

Amen.

[whipchick]

What an intense series of images - you really cover a lot of ground! You might enjoy Seamus Heaney's poetry.

[cloworora]

He did a really awesome translation of Beowulf. I wouldn't mind feeding from the source, though.

[cemetaria]

This is wonderful.

[cloworora]

Thanks!

[karmasoup]

This one makes it tough to breathe... way to keep a tight grip. Nicely done.

[cloworora]

It was tough to write, so I'm glad that is transferred in the words. Thank you for reading. I know I'm verbose as a writer.