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A prose poem by


Submitted Mar 23, 2011, 6:52:55 PM

A Graven Image

The stuttering world he admired
from behind a closed window
the curious foreigner inquired
of that field and that meadow.

Like wearing thick winter gloves
and describing the feel of petals
Like lacking that sting of Love's
and describing the feel of nettles.

Curios from that strange place
Lay spotless upon his bench
examined at the slowest pace:
The princess to the trench.

He thinks and hypothesises
of that world encased in glass
always endless little surprises
smiling, he watches them pass.

The glass stands faultless
an absolute barrier between
the laboratory and the abyss
that churning intricate machine

Tumbling waters, falling thoughts
through that transparent sheild
He twists and distorts and contorts
that meadow and that field

There are better things to do
than stay inside and scratch
meaningless code so blue
 - a pathetic written dispatch.


kt6550 Avatar


Commented Mar 25, 2011, 8:21:48 PM
hypothesises - I think you mean 'hypothesizes.'

Good job. Nice observation.
Kerri-Emmitt Avatar


Commented Apr 2, 2011, 6:58:53 PM
This twists and turns as it goes a long and quite expertly so. I believe this is one of my favorites now.