Nette Onclaud Poet Verse

Cobwebs of Dusk

And cobwebs lick her unkempt, soiled dress

Wailing for unborn child of dusk, alone ~

That every barbed gaze slithers, cast down

~ Ripped as pointed hooks nailing the flesh.



Four Lines Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
by nette onclaud
9/23/2015

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Skat A September 28, 2015 at 9:57 PM Nette, Congratulations on your Four Line win. Forever **SKAT**

Tammy Reams September 27, 2015 at 9:30 AM Congrats on your win Nette!

Jan Allison September 26, 2015 at 5:43 PM very deep and dark Nette many congrats:-) hugs jan xx

Dr. Upma A. Sharma September 24, 2015 at 11:42 PM Wonderful expressions nette! Congrats on big win!

Andrea Dietrich September 24, 2015 at 3:31 PM Congrats on this one with such amazing imagery.

Casarah Nance September 24, 2015 at 7:47 AM Your images gave me the chills...Grats on your win

Eve Roper September 23, 2015 at 6:12 PM Congratulations on your win, Nette. Hugs Eve

James Inman September 23, 2015 at 12:07 PM Nette, I have a dilemma. Your words are beautifully written and bring deep images to my thoughts. I have read it several times and each time I come up with a different vague meaning but I'm afraid my simple mind is missing your overall intent.

Kp Nunez September 23, 2015 at 12:08 AM "Ripped as pointed hooks nailing the flesh." Did it for me. Such darkness is 4 short lines, Nette. A masterful stroke once again. huggs!

Andrea Dietrich September 22, 2015 at 10:59 PM very dark indeed, Nette!!

Frederic Parker September 22, 2015 at 6:29 PM I like how you started with" And " as though there was a before.I'm still trying to wrap my brain around what is a very descriptive dark poem.It's one I'll have to come back to and read a few more times..

Zelene Desha September 22, 2015 at 3:56 PM Incredible! Scraped deeply by this wounded, writhing poem.Makes me choke, Nette. To my faves and thank you for passing through.