Nassy Fesharaki

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Triangle - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Brutal he is
A modern Spartan
A cap covers his head
Hung from his side his radio
He is holding machine’s control
Pushing the handle goes round a triangle
A shrinking triangle gets smaller with each round

Sun is out
I hear the grass
My ear set in my nostrils
The tear, the cry, the whining
Underneath the noisy lawnmower
Disappears the large army of dandelions
As he walks, goes around till triangle disappears

Topic(s) of this poem: observation

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  • (5/25/2014 11:48:00 AM)

    Love this fun poem! Nicely written! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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