"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, October 10, 2010

A Scowl.

Her scowl
is a snarl
in her eyes
and a roar
in her mouth.
She tears you down
when she
dosen't want to.


  1. JB, this poem is short, compact, and right to the point. The kind of poetry I try my best to write. This is quite good with a deep meaning that is somewhat mysterious. You got talent. You should think of joining Poets United. You can link to them from blog or do a google search.

  2. Great atmosphere here JB. Very creative.


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