Deer / George Dance
0 views
Skip to first unread message
George Dance
Nov 8, 2009, 6:06:25 PM11/8/09
to Poets
Deer
A quiver of wind,
a play of sun,
energy frozen
tensed to run,
a flickering flame
trembling,
an infinitely gentle thing.
Raise the gun,
squeeze,
see my own
blood gush
from the open wound.
---
George Dance
A quiver of wind,
a play of sun,
energy frozen
tensed to run,
a flickering flame
trembling,
an infinitely gentle thing.
Raise the gun,
squeeze,
see my own
blood gush
from the open wound.
---
George Dance
nominal9
Nov 21, 2009, 12:35:14 PM11/21/09
to Poets
Cheap shot.....
make up your mind....is this Bambi?... or is it supper?
just questioning where you want to go with this, as a "message"....
nominal9
make up your mind....is this Bambi?... or is it supper?
just questioning where you want to go with this, as a "message"....
nominal9
Reply all
Reply to author
Forward
0 new messages