Published February 26, 2007
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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Ah, Lord of the Flies! Wait, I just remembered, I hated that book.
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?The poem kind of failed to draw me in because it's just a list of images. It's disjointed, not really going anywhere.
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
I like the chess part
I lost my LotF poem
I love you.
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I aint much of a poetry fan but i did like this. strange and thoughtful.
Thumbs up Jayde. Thumbs up.