Wrecking Ball

A wrecking ball waves 
At the quiet street below
I watch riveted 
From behind the protesters
Trying to feel their passion

The impact echoes
a street no longer quiet
Sounds of destruction
And an old woman's soft cries
Under a looming, grey cloud 

A wrecking ball still
The crowds underneath scatter
I pretend to care   
As the old woman wipes tears
And the director yells, "CUT!" 


By:Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February, 10. 2012
for Twisted Minds contest
Honorable mention

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/26/2012 4:48:00 PM

Congratulations on your winning placement in Joe Flach's "Twisted Minds" contest Rhonda. Love, Carol

Joe Flach

Date: 2/25/2012 5:39:00 PM

Thanks for entering my contest Rhonda and congratulations on your HM. Terrific description with a solid, unforeseen twist. And, I think it captures what actors attempt to do - make it seem real - which this poem does up until the "CUT!" Nicely done. Joe

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 2/25/2012 7:58:00 PM

Thanks Joe! I appreciate the HM placement. I had fun with this one. Blessings, Rhonda

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/25/2012 4:56:00 PM

I remember this one. But I don't see my comment under it. Anyway, BIG congrats. It fills the bill of twisted!!!

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 2/25/2012 8:19:00 PM

Thanks Andrea! Your last comment is still there and all are appreciated! Blessings, Rhonda

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/11/2012 12:33:00 AM

wow, now THAT was a twist. WAY to GO with that. I never saw it coming!!!

Kevin Clark

Date: 2/10/2012 9:37:00 AM

Nice story. You had me feeling until the end.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 2/10/2012 4:06:00 PM

Thanks. I was trying to think of an ending more twisted than this, but I guess this is as twisted as I can get! I appreciate your comments today. Rhonda :)