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No Sense (Free verse) by daniella
He slides his booted step to the side
his heart skips its beating.
Like a bird lying lame
on wet winter's hour of dawn.
Like no approach he comes,
like a tongue withdrawn.
No sense, no truth, no armour's song
was his, a mission of mercy, with no wrong?
Stepping up his pace toward home.
Up overcoming the top of the hill,
the newest light is mounting
to correct the marks through shadows cast
left for yet others, still to last,
while rising up from beyond,
it leaves behind the battle cries
and plenty of flesh and bone
in sand, to dry where there his brothers lie.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 7865
Posted: March 6, 2003 4:39 PM PST; Last modified: March 30, 2003 8:44 PM PST
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Afterword 1 (Free verse) by daniella
He slides his step to the side,
and a heart skips its beating.
Like a bird lying lame on the wet winter hour of dawn.
Like no approach he comes, like a tongue withdrawn.
No sense, no truth, no arms to hold on.
On a mission of mercy up over.
The newest light is mounting
up to correct the marks
left for another.
Try that.