The Beast (poem) by anne cunningham on AuthorsDen

The Beast
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The Beast As always, and for all time, smoke comes before fire. Enter the wind, on a freezing cold day. Black shades drawn across once blue skies, an evil hand, charcoaling day into forever night. Gallant efforts become freezing rain upon my head. Dark plumes erase the sky, the ground below, sketchy at best. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. A siren's chanting, brings no comfort, screaming in contest, I am losing my voice. A dragon's breath, hot hungry tongues, licking at the walls, devours it all. The beast has eaten all my words, swallowing me whole, spitting my skeleton to the earth. I am quiet now, gutted, deveined, a soul depleted, a silent scream. "My house has burned down. Now I can better see the moon. -Basho This is for Michelle Mead. Your piece on the same subject matter, inspired me to revise my own piece in kindred spirit. -Seems I'm always working on this particular piece, always trying to make up for lost.

Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)

Reviewed on January 25, 2004

Terrific write Anne. Was expecting something a bit different from the title but you delighted with this one

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on January 23, 2004

This is great. I could feel this when reading it. I am glad my peice inspired you so that we could all read this poem.:)

Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii)

Reviewed on January 22, 2004

Hey what Anna said, it's not broken don't fix it. Great piece I feel the fire.

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Cease the revisions!
This is great stuff, as it is.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Chelle will love this, she has a strong costution, this is worded so well, it's almost as if I'm there, great stuff..

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

I liked reading this, I found something new.

Reviewed by Antoinette Kopperfield

The beast devours for reasons beyond our own human comprehension...A lovely write with so much emotion and pain!
Antoinette

Reviewed by Gary Gebert

The beast has eaten
all my words,
swallowing me whole,
spitting my skeleton
to the earth.

Dammit Anne you're good. The selected words above are awesome! The whole concept of this piece is filled with imagery that we can see clearly.

Gary

Reviewed by Dale Clark

'a silent scream' is power.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Doesn't appear to need revision to me. Extremely powerful piece.

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Flames are the breath of the beast. And a mighty one it is, devouring all it reaches.
An excellent write,,but leaves me sad over Michelles loss. Lisa