Oct 2014
Beneath black curls
beautiful eyes said
I’m wrong.
I’m not some experience,
much as I know
my grasp is better
to be weighed.
While time creeps,
caution.
They haven’t ignored it.
Waste time.
March down.
Crush them,
make an example
of his enemies!
It maddens me to listen,
explaining things that
accomplish much.
His eyes found themselves
locked on the wave of
anger, crying.
You gave the best,
you chose
a polite smile.
beautiful eyes said
I’m wrong.
I’m not some experience,
much as I know
my grasp is better
to be weighed.
While time creeps,
caution.
They haven’t ignored it.
Waste time.
March down.
Crush them,
make an example
of his enemies!
It maddens me to listen,
explaining things that
accomplish much.
His eyes found themselves
locked on the wave of
anger, crying.
You gave the best,
you chose
a polite smile.
Dear reader, the 18th prompt of #OctPoWriMo is 'found' or 'blackout' poetry. We were asked to take the page from a book, and black out all the words that don't belong in the poem we want to write. I chose the book Lion of Ireland by Morgan Llewellan, and my wife chose page 350. And so, I took a picture of the page (I wasn't about to color in one of my favorite books) and armed with Photoshop, I created, or found, a poem. Please enjoy.
Rod E. Kok
October 18, 2014
Rod E. Kok
October 18, 2014
