The prompt at Daily Writing Practice today was... The Reapers. I rather like how this poem turned out so thought to share it here too. If you haven't visited Marc's site he always has some interesting prompts and if you are a writer stop by and spend a minute being creative (after you write at Picture, Poetry & Prose of course).
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The sickle slices
against the ripened wheat.
Grass of life falls
row upon row.
Back breaking work
that tears at a soul.
He stands, stretching;
body’s grown tight.
He looks to the west
the sun descends
lower and lower still.
Night will come
before the work is through.
2 comments:
Really catches the sense of the reaper's lot.
that was fantastic.
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