Joanna Hamilton

Rookie (29 Oct.1991)

Untitled (Rambling) - Poem by Joanna Hamilton

And they won’t stop coming
this onslaught of verbs,
conjunctions, expletives,
adjectives, transferred epithets
Moving history forward
holding back:
The storm of soldiers
marching blindly
through the streets
Fire at random,
frighten the innocent,
anger the sinful –
the conspirators revolt –
they will not be silenced
though their gunshots leave naught
but a puff of smoke
on the still air –
the ripple barely audible
not the “plunk” of a rock
in a pond –
Shouts erupt
a volcano spewing lava –
screams tear the air to
shreds
leaving it dismembered
and shaken –
A cool breeze blows
the embrace of death
as words settle silently,
softly,
upon the still waters.


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  • (4/26/2010 12:07:00 AM)


    What a great display of penmanship and attention to detail. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 25, 2010



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