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Letter to a Poet
by Jared FladelandTrembling in the vast Sea of Humanity
I am parched in the Desert of my Solitude.
A thread hangs from the space between my teeth
and when I tug, I feel a pull
from the bottoms of my feet.
My eyes are vultures
searching with military bugles
for the remnants of the Spoils of Victory
from larger, more skilled carnivores. 03/26/2014 Posted on 03/26/2014
Copyright © 2025 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 03/26/14 at 07:10 PM I like this, particularly the lines that follow (or surround) those with capitalized phrases. So, to me, it reads as if the three capitalized parts are what the final line reflects. If so, I like it even more; if not, big deal, I still like it. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/14 at 12:47 PM I like it too Jared. Quite the evocative read. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/28/14 at 06:11 PM Had to give this a brilliant. "Searching with military bugles" intrigues me, but these lines are my favorites - " A thread hangs from the space between my teeth
and when I tug, I feel a pull
from the bottoms of my feet." |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/31/14 at 07:35 PM I read this as 'Letter from a Poet'... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/01/14 at 12:09 AM Some times the 'Spoils of the Victor' are lost in the cost of the victory if there truly be one. I do like the write. |
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