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The Madman Sings

Falling fast blind rush of speed
dry earth nurtures not the seed
unclaimed discarded unbequeathed
the bounding heart belies the deed

Too late we hear the mouse trap's spring
garbled song the madman sings
as endless as his golden ring
frantic flutter broken wing

The smell the stench of rotting flesh
the milky sweet of baby's breath
juxtaposed and viewed against
unblinking eye of vacant death

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/15/2010 6:39:00 AM
excellent poem. also, thanks for telling me my typos. my fingers must have sliped when i was typing :) ------Ell
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Date: 6/3/2010 1:40:00 PM
Scary, dark and quite superb Danielle >> James
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Date: 6/3/2010 3:58:00 AM
Excellent description of a madman, Danielle. I think I have seen a few men like this living in parks. Excellent write. Lovingly, Dane Ann
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Date: 6/2/2010 10:51:00 AM
Quite nice Danielle and will go work on my submission now ... thankxxx for an energetic contest.. luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 6/2/2010 6:14:00 AM
I like this way better, Danielle, the monorhyme broken up by having it in different stanzas. The imagery is great for a poem on madness. LUv,Andrea
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Date: 5/31/2010 6:11:00 PM
Nice monorhymed poem.enjoyed it
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