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this is a funny little poem I wrote after a struggle with the lawnmower. Hope it gives you a laugh.
Three wheeled heathen lying still
Your blades malice and scrutinous of me
What is it I did
For you to fail, break, and splutter
For me to not achieve,
Is it war we are at over a lawn
Ridged and crevassed like a river bed
You shall be left in the dark,
And still and lifeless
There is no love to be lost on the emeralds verge piss-yellow
There is nothing at all.
It is why you shall be left forlorn and uncaptained,
Leaning like something wounded
And by 'morrow, after dawn
When my rheumy eyes do open
And I step to my view and see,
you shall be gone
Stolen, by some creature of the night.
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If you didn't mention what inspired you to write this, a reader could really walk away with this as an analogy of a broken heart. A fight with a loved one. A battle with life. An eternal struggle.
I love poetry that is open for interpretation. That's how I roll!
I really like it…and knowing what inspired you did make me smile!
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