Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

The Dreaded Thistle - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Why does the thistle yield punishment
What makes it sprout to inflict pain
Why is it so blooming cantankerous
It seems to have a grudge to maintain

Waiting for an unsuspecting victim...
As silent as a vocalist with a throat sprain
Barbarous barbs have an intent to imbed
It is a wicked goal…this is plain

It is no secret, everyone tries to avoid
being near for obvious reasons
When by chance it snags and hooks
It refuses to release like a heathen demon

Only astute awareness will avoid
disaster… ensuring coexistence
with the purplish-pink flowering thistle
It must be admired from a safe distance


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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