A poem

This is hardly a Christmas poem.

It was written with someone in particular in mind. He's a basically unhappy soul. Sometimes he reaches out for something he needs. He's secretive. Then he comes out for something tasty, then offends, manipulates, verbally abuses, then crawls back to his cave, never to see the light. He doesn't want to see the light because it's too scary to change for the better. He's safe where he is. This person is the inspiration for this...poem. To this date, I'm still deciding the title.

It has to do with... a WORM.

Globular, wrinkled, bedraggled form

Folding over on itself

Downturned corners

Of its mouth

Beckoning to dine

O divine!

Drags from under the rock

Where it hides

Hopeful, bringing bits of slime

Adhering droop, bubbling, gurgle, wriggle

Shreak at sunshine

Turn!

Leave it behind

To crawl and writhe

Till it reaches familiar grime

O divine!

Panting

Bitterness, I beg thee.

08/11/2004

Heh. I like it. Something about the choice of words and the flow...it just works. Though I can't help but feel sorry for whoever this individual may be. Anyway, thanks for that.

"Though I can't help but feel sorry for whoever this individual may be."

Thank you, Espirit. That's actually the point of the poem.

11Flower

Very nice piece.

I had the same empathy as the poster above.

Good work.

Protex,

Thank you, Sir.

11Flower

I finally have a title for my poem.

It shall be entitled, "Anomaly"

11Flower.

PS If you have not read it yet, it's here in this forum. The person still unfortunately reminds me of a person like this sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes.

We wish him well.

Second thought, the title "Fetid Anomaly" is more appropriate for my poem about the worthless worm.

8)

11F.