Challenge
Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
101 reads
When we come, we laugh
Smugly smiling sun jesters laughter from its conjecture,
My sweat rolls into tears, careful to chock back the raw energy expressed so coolly, it's almost creepy really.
I swallow, hard and deliberate to battle these molecules that only exist when I dignify them with a response.
It comes from within.
I speak that as truth, and matter of principle but I stumble and fall when walking that particular walk.
The science of exploration, excitation, sweet vibrations.
Subjugation?
Enslavement.
Gladly.
Not something I object to let you subject me to the rotation that is me.