The table was a high top.
The dining, al fresco.
Auntie brought Uncle.
I was certain he was dead though.
The diction was human-like.
The movements, so real.
Auntie has regrets now,
as too perfect teeth were revealed.
Our meal was disrupted
by soldiers of extermination.
The Replicas, all amongst us,
knew their fate was damnation.
Weaponry came down,
sharp swords or a heavy stick.
The interlopers all shattered
like glass; the ending, so quick.
About the Creator
Blake S
Inspiration comes when friends follow their dreams. Writing helps me escape from reality into the world my mind creates, even if it is only for brief bursts at a time.
Paint and Weave
Author's Notes: I rediscovered my 1980's poetry magnets box and in it were two poems I find compelling. I recall having challenged myself to create two poems using the same set of words. These two poem are what spilled out. Which one resonates more with you, version A or B? Leave it in Comments. I'd love to know your thoughts!
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Poets
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