Gold Star - 4,923 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Aura - Poem by GRANT FRASER

I try sniffing pages
old as 60's and 70's,

he was born
around that time
ye know,

and the delivery nurse
well " he's not a bonny loon,
but he's content.."

so that's how it began!

and then the weirdness,
a whole flurry of it,

Russians and Americans
nuclear bombs with
big black black nucleus's,

what if I don't get home
on time..
for the final eclipse! ! !

infant darkness peddled
a spoke black wheel,

and night, well it just kept going
and going,
until there was little left,

childhood eroded,

it would seem,
even the teachers had no vision,

especially the short one
she wasn't getting anything,

yeah, and the bubble in my head,
was just getting bigger,

until one day - 'pop! ',

(nothingness) ,

everything almost disappeared,

and then some sort of comfort zone,

as I sort of used
the moon as a secret crying pool,

but the greyer it's face got,
the heavier things weighed..

teacher I would love
to learn but I can't!
true desire for a first lesson,

but on my trips back and forth
from Earth,
I learned quickly that there
isn't really anybody,

and that we aren't truly
a race of great beings..

actually we're a savage race
of shits,
with little time for anything,

and this still holds today!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 9, 2020

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