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Benson Drew

Through the Pit's mouth she saw it- Inert body prostate, lightly lit the pale face staring up, hollow eyes the cold waters, the mud, the mice. Through the pit's mouth, she gaped down Her heart about to be listed afar, In the fate of the quiet traveller. O Benson Drew! O Miss Drew! If only she knew- There pours the tears and anguish Here escapes insanity and gibberish. Watch her! watch her! Watch... Reach out! Catch her! Catch... But Alas, she drops ten feet below For the arms of the fallen Moor.

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Skat A

Date: 8/6/2013 9:42:00 AM

a cool winning poem. :-) Congrats... love ~SKAT~

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/5/2013 7:43:00 PM

Gerald, a good winning poem...Congratulations, In DG's "Dream On" contest... always~ Linda

Joyce Johnson

Date: 8/5/2013 7:43:00 PM

Great win. congratulations. love, Joyce

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 8/5/2013 6:27:00 PM

Congrad's on your win & taking the less traveled path and writing with panache & punctuation ;) Nancy Drew fan here! Light & Love

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 7/21/2013 4:19:00 PM

I did get link to Nancy Drew, maybe capitalize Moor [into the arms of the fallen Moor] so nice to meet you! Light & Love

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 7/20/2013 6:54:00 AM

So intriguing who was benson Drew? Are you speaking of Nancy Drew as well? Is the moor a place? or a man? Let me know please..L ight & Love

Gerald Nforche
Date: 7/20/2013 10:54:00 AM

Ma'am, the moor is the man, black, moor like Othello, Drew is in love with, ma'am. i used the name Drew because of my readings of Nancy Drew mystery stories. i wanted a name that will ring a bell. the nameless Moor is the one Drew loves. pls do read Maria Drew too, one of my poems. thanks so much