just like the fresh scarecrow
i love to stand and sleep
giving away my problems
into a crow's beak
through the rips my insides poke
rotting from the salivas soak
The fact that this is overwhelming, packing so few words into a potent cocktail; the shortness of the piece hits the reader that he's in for a show. You've shaped your words in such thoughtful kindling, the fire will carry the piece through. GREAT piece of writing, Periac. take care...dan
In only six lines, you've painted image and triggered our senses. I can see this "scarecrow" alone under a gray sky, wind-whipped, fraying, completely numb, resigned to nature and it's flesh-picking and certain decay. It's a loss of hope, perhaps well beyond, when we shut down and surrender to the forces around us. Impressive work. So glad I saw this once (since it's more than a few years old).
The fact that this is overwhelming, packing so few words into a potent cocktail; the shortness of the piece hits the reader that he's in for a show. You've shaped your words in such thoughtful kindling, the fire will carry the piece through. GREAT piece of writing, Periac. take care...dan
Well, in fights, the fast, powerful punch in the face can win you the fight.
This is, an example, of what I was looking for.
nicely done. though it needs a grammar check, and that is about it.
Well done.
Periac, you have a way, in a few, short words, of conveying POWERFUL emotional responses. I'm in awe of this. Sometimes, when I read short "writing(s)", I feel like there is no resolution....but here (as always), you express a complete, and solid thought. WOW.
I hope the emptiness subsides, and you are full...again.