Take a number and wait until you're called.
Published on April 5, 2007 By dynamaso In Poetry
BLOOMS OF CHAOS

He signed his name on the wall
While he waited for his world to fall
It didn’t happen as he’d planned
Chaos lent him a bedevilled hand
Turned his want into a need
Changed his envy into greed
It spoke of beauty inside the flower
Of its blossom and its power
He sowed the seed with steady hands
Ignoring all external demands
In time it grew wirey and strong
All else he knew was now long gone
Until he felt it ready to bloom
So he strapped it on and faced his doom
Pressed the button and his world went…

BOOM

Comments (Page 2)
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on Apr 07, 2007
I like the idea very much. Breaking conventions always appeals to me. Lets run with it.
on Apr 07, 2007
Good idea, Joe... exploring that boundary... I'm getting lots of ideas... plot lines. The how part is always the challenge for me. I'm never short on the inspiration part.

...but I wonder whether anyone else will respond to the current challenge...Chris? Tonya? others?
on Apr 08, 2007
Interesting title that didn't paint quite what was expected! And what an unexpected end it is!


This 'Fourth Wall' concept...you guys are way above my head at the moment! It would be interesting to see what's put out there before I attempt it! And I wanted to add something to the current one but I've not written it yet so....it's ok not to wait on me!
on Apr 08, 2007
Don,

I'm sure we can move ahead and let the others catch up. They know where we're going so it should be easy for them to find us

Serenity,

Take your time, enjoy the scenery and write what you can when you can. I will look forward to reading it when you finish.
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