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At a slow crawl, there, pallid women quivering under choker studded boys claw toward hoped for hordes of help spread there on pavemented rack as leathered boy-men hitch up pants elbow each other at their 'goof' and return raucously reeling to the bar while they lay, fractured-winged birdlike waiting for sun rayed blooms |
Sunday, September 4, 2011
The Sunday Whirl - Wordle 20 - In Darkness
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Oh Pearl, this one is heart breaking. Well done, but sad.
ReplyDeleteAw thank you Brenda... I did think it was sad myself.
ReplyDeleteThe wordles are terrific word associations that fall into a scene... Enjoying them tremendously :)
Very nicely done, Pearl, but very sad as well.
ReplyDeletePamela
maximum impact from a minimum of words.
ReplyDeleteHarsh and rowdy situation but sad for respectable society to endure the pain of deteriorating teenagers!! Some bitter truths in your poem Doc!!
ReplyDeleteThank you much Pamela...and Viv, I very much appreciate your comment, precisely my goal when "wordling". :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrible scene! Well written description of a nasty reality too many young women have endured. Makes me want to throw the lot of those boys in jail - no, make that under the jail.
ReplyDeleteNanka... yep I think there was something about the indifference in today's society playing about the edges that spilled into those whirdle words...
ReplyDeleteHi there Traci... Thank you ... for the smile picturing those created boys "under the jail"... I didn't much like them myself even as they began to take shape!
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