The Unsupervised Stop Sign

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Written: October 25, 2023, For Craig Cornish Contest ------------------------------------------- The world is wailing with wantonness every time feelings and fists collide crooning in the midst of the earthquake akin to lamenting the demise of love Watch as the world catches fire screams will resound across the ether an eternal chorus of shrieking, life is dead All I view are fiery banners stop signs, and rage In the quest for a break, shoes are static. We bore witness to the disasters the dreadful symptoms of spiritual demise as in the empire of the Egyptian pharaohs We elevate our sights instead of trusting sensing a basis for praise toward God some steel their souls to truth, omitting the warning signs. Stop signs create a dilemma Someone's whistle is blaring shaped to ponder on the best action film the scene where the hero tragically dies.

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 11/2/2023 10:17:00 AM

Beyond powerful, my friend! Your images are sumptuous and your word choices are simply breathtaking! "Stop signs create a dilemma," a "blaring" whistle, "fiery banners stop signs." Whew! I am in awe of the power in each verse to communicate the chaos of our world! Best wishes for the contest. Blessing, Lasaad!

Jay Narain

Date: 10/26/2023 11:03:00 AM

Nice philosop[hical poem.

Paige Hind

Date: 10/25/2023 4:51:00 PM

This was quite a read. It made me think- what you said about ancient history and heroes. Enjoyed!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 10/25/2023 3:07:00 PM

An absolutely eloquent and powerful read, dear Sotto. Your take on "The Last Stop Sign' is unique; I'm sincerely in awe. Indeed, 'the world is wailing with the wontoness' to which you refer. Too much wordiness, drama, and complaining. We have history telling us that we're traveling down the wrong road,ignoring the stop signs along the way. So much wisdom here, Sotto, I am left breathless not knowing which line or which stanza is my favorite. I'm faving this thought-provoking poem for later.