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Sound of a nightmare.

Once more Ralph dreamed,
Skillful feet deal with his difficulties,
Forced down bare rock,
Between that & the dark
Luxuriance of the forest,
Peered, awestricken, into the gloom.
Shrieking, shrieking, shrieking.
Dangerous mountain,
Uncompromising cliff,
Impossible jungle,
Falling sheer into the sea.
Treat the day as though playing chess,
He was never a good chess player.
Silent...
Except for the sound of a nightmare.

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Tue Feb 27, 2007 12:33 am

Cade wrote a review...

Ah, Lord of the Flies! Wait, I just remembered, I hated that book.

The poem kind of failed to draw me in because it's just a list of images. It's disjointed, not really going anywhere.

Forced down bare rock,
Between that & the dark
Luxuriance of the forest,
Peered, awestricken, into the gloom.
Shrieking, shrieking, shrieking.
Dangerous mountain,
Uncompromising cliff,
Impossible jungle,
Falling sheer into the sea.

Here's an example. Sure, these are all parts of the book, but I can't take away from them. They're typical images - why not describe them in a way that's unexpected?

What is the importance of chess? Did I miss something in the book or was that as random as I think it is?

The last line was nice, though, the sound of a nightmare. I think that's an effective image.

Colleen