Nette Onclaud Poet Sedoka

Ghastly

wheatgrasses of morn
  ringlets tattered by maelstorm-
I lay on dirt path, wailing

into night's refrain
 quill darts on  flamed papyrus
ghastly the boogeyman's haunt



5/30/2015
Contest: Boogeyman for Nayda Ivette Negron

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Connie Marcum Wong June 3, 2016 at 1:06 PM Congratulations on your win Nette. The boogeyman come in different forms. ; )

Brian Davey June 2, 2016 at 7:53 PM Wow now that is a cool take on the theme! Congrats on your placement Nette

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores June 2, 2016 at 6:58 PM Congratulations Nette on the placement of the contest

Laura Breidenthal June 2, 2016 at 3:39 AM Epic, Nette. Loving this kind of writing....particularly this unique line: "Your ghastly trace of darkness maims my bones"...love it! Sure this one'll impress, my friend. Definitely worth more than an old tin cup of course. ;) Always, Laura

Moon Flower May 31, 2016 at 12:48 AM Oh such a beautiful script of thought, as always, my dear. Good luck on the contest. ;)

Kai Michael Neumann May 30, 2016 at 10:02 AM Very touching and real, so real. I live in Africa and the whole thing is right in your face...Well done.

Connie Marcum Wong May 30, 2016 at 5:59 AM Your poem would touch any compassionate heart Nette. I can't stand to see people suffer and and help when I can. A heartwrenching look at how it really is sadly. I hope this does great in the contest. ; )

Probir Gupta May 29, 2016 at 7:39 PM From a different angle and that is unique.... a poem to remember...

Jan Allison May 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM a heartbreaking write Nette I do like your take on the contest theme - good luck:-) hugs Jan xx

Frederic Parker May 29, 2016 at 3:24 PM "do you know how hard it is to sleep in the rain" or sit in the heat where the concrete cracks and watch the world pass by with no place to go...sorry my friend I couldn't help myself..as the picture you painted became real to me..good luck in the contest

Anne-Lise Andresen May 29, 2016 at 2:07 PM .... Scary ..... not for children, dear Nette :) - A great poem (for brave children :) - Good luck in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)