I am not sure what this is. But it’s what came out when I went to write my piece for Wordsmiths Unlimited. Is it poem? Uh, not quite, but sorta. Is it a story? Uh, not quite, but sorta.
Either way, it is what it is… it’s under 500 words, and that’s what counts!
What Was
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Warriors play in the ruins of my town,
Them with thier horses and clubs.
We had cars.
We had electricity.
We had food in cellophane wrappers.
Then the rains came.
Then the lightning.
Then the floods.
Then the plague.
God?
I do not know.
But now we have no cars.
Now we have no electricity.
Now we have no food.
Warriors play in the ruins of my town,
Them who were prepared for this.
Did we laugh before? At those who said the end was near?
Do we laugh now? With the boots on our necks of those who were prepared?
Warriors play in the ruins of my town.
They are the only ones who laugh now.
Ron said,
January 31, 2008 @ 2:00 pm
I like it… I think it qualifies more as a poem, but it’s all good.
tiff said,
January 31, 2008 @ 2:49 pm
It’s a poem! Yay!
Other than one misspelling, I woudln’t change it. I really liked “Doe we laugh now? With the boots on our neck of those who were preared?”
Chilling.
Bobo the Wandering Pallbearer said,
January 31, 2008 @ 4:37 pm
Eerie!
Evil Twin's Wife said,
February 3, 2008 @ 7:44 pm
Celery, I’m just popping by to let you know that now, NOW, Blogger is recognizing people again. Sheesh. LOL.
ifswallowed said,
February 4, 2008 @ 12:05 am
Very visual! After a few of these Wordsmith’s stories I am starting to become a bit glum. Maybe next month will be pictures of Care Bears….