Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 403 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Play God - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Another ending of a heated dun day,
coming of night in trees sun low tingle,
appear job workers no fun.

Heads hops shadows seen from dark,
rising with tops of shoulders high,
sided them as rag mops in form. 

All wobble rocking between weeds,
angry shout feed by loud mouth,
in distance to hear my mother needs.

Words raging from a bully's yell,
its echoes tell of hateful notes screamed,
sell cry had by threatening whip crack.

Strap not in sight but sound whirl and pop heard,
again swirl snap top,
with hop to stop silent into unknown.

I at voice bored see mother falling before me,
saw whip strikes air core,
master his big lore had deny her plea.

Shame of helplessness with guilt endured,
framed in maddening ripping fury,
a dripping came tear to drop.

Heart seeing lacks as needs of others,
tart than pain answer,
​holding learnt truth serving part in compassion.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human condition

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The reasoning mind of a king upon a hill, their pride and confidence until they fall. Them having no vision of equality but projection of themselves as above and superior than others.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 23, 2017

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