Stranger

by Sean Allen   Oct 13, 2004


The blazing sun shot the gun.
The gleaming searing
immaculate fury
of the shining
shimmering sand--

The lazy man pulled the trigger.
The gleaming searing
painful edge
of the shining
shimmering knife--

The air was liquid fire
as the enraged white orb
boiled the sea as it
bubbled and steamed
bubbled and hissed.

The world stood by.
Millions upon millions of
decisions amount to
my finger on a trigger.
No one shot the gun
except me.

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  • 21 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Rather resplendently grim and poignant.

  • 21 years ago

    by Lexi Lou

    awesome poem! i loved it! keep in touch!
    lexi lou

  • 21 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    O.o
    It is from the stranger yet it's not from the stranger.... My head hurts....
    So are you writing it from the viewpoint of the Sun? lol. Im sorry. This is.... this reminds me of Stranger in a Strange Land. I don't know why, but it does. Sean, explain this to me later.
    Aken Sol

  • 21 years ago

    by Andrea

    wow....excellent poem!

  • 21 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    Yes, it is about The Stranger, no it is not from The Stranger.

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