Friday, December 29, 2006

Moving Targets

Inanities grow wearisome
to mill away the muse
with surface grit that soon abrades my shield;
left raw by jagged odium
I sputter like the fuse
that longs to spark this ordnance I wield.

I always aim to be direct
but dread that fierce recoil effect.
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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:59 AM

    Hey Bob,

    it's good to see you back and writing again.
    Hope you had a good holiday.

    Shirley

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  2. ozymandiaz4:22 AM

    For every action there is a reaction, eh?

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  3. Anonymous3:56 PM

    Hi there,

    I have a inquiry for the webmaster/admin here at averagepoet.blogspot.com.

    May I use part of the information from this blog post right above if I provide a backlink back to this website?

    Thanks,
    Jules

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  4. Anonymous7:07 PM

    Hey,

    I have a message for the webmaster/admin here at averagepoet.blogspot.com.

    Can I use some of the information from this post above if I provide a backlink back to this website?

    Thanks,
    Jack

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