I figured I would post one of my poems up here. Hoping for some feedback. Let me know if you hate it, like it, or if it stirs up some other random feelings inside of you. Merci.
Mountains raised beyond the sun
As the silver bullet left the gun
The barrels floated in the creek
As the meek gained courage and anger
No man could slander
The boat or the banter
The arguing townsmen
Who slew the enchanter
The desert lake was frozen over
With ice spreading onto the grass
The cold swept across
The land and so the larks did come to pass
No moss shew which way was north
For the compass was destroyed
The rabbit frolicked in the clay pits
As the stump became annoyed
The odd purple dove flew
Up and away
To leave the scene of the crime
As the stillness crept out from the sea
The arid air erased the tears
That poured out of the woman’s face
Her cry was heard
While the birds stirred
In the makings for something to eat
Some sweet treat for the winter to eat
For the bearded cloaked white devil
To slam down his throat and fill up on
Some poison concoction prepared
To corrupt december’s digestion
As the solstice-month munched
On the last leaves of fall
As the lark came back to make his call
As the snow enveloped it all
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