"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.
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2 comments:

  1. The Square CornerOctober 10, 2010 at 9:43 AM

    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.

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  2. Human ParadoxOctober 13, 2010 at 9:46 PM

    Great atmosphere here JB. Very creative.

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