Monday, May 23, 2011

DISCOVERED

Dirty little man,
stealth in the night
waiting till wee hours
to wreck your havoc
Innocent lass
peaked at through windows
pulled from her safety
her home, her love
However fleeting
never yours
You stole from her
from me
Your kneecaps are fragile

5 comments:

  1. what a powerful last line! i was so lost in the story that i didn't even see it coming. great job, great poem...

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  2. Great last line!! Slams it home! Clever piece nicely done.

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  3. and perhaps i have a bat i will lend you...ack, it was hard up to that point...so really, need the bat? smiles.

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  4. ugh, i think that's all i can say at the moment... sufficiently creeped out.

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  5. Well written. I love the way the last line sums it up. ;)

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