Candlewitch
Candlewitch
Aug 19, 2020
This poem is part of the contest:

The Pandemic

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August Pandemic Contest edited

assasin

single minded destroyer
set on one goal.
odious lurker
going out of control.
fiendish flayer
who cares not the price
as the ignorant take chances
with each roll of the dice.
self-important fools
taking their pleasure
at great cost to others
they have taken the measure.
flaunting their arrogance
so many will perish,
the ones who came before
they who should be cherished.
let this be a warning
in public, wear your mask
or let your conscience
take you to task.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: *see #3 flay flay [flay] (past flayed, past participle flayed, present participle flay·ing, 3rd person present singular flays) transitive verb 1. lash or flog: to whip or beat a person or animal severely 2. strip skin off: to remove the skin or outer covering from somebody or something 3. criticize harshly: to criticize somebody or something harshly and severely, and sometimes unfairly 4. strip of belongings: to take all the money or valuables from somebody, especially by the use of deceit, intimidation, or similar Encarta® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1999,2000 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe

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raj

4 years 8 months ago

reminded me of the voice of a young woman who said i lost my dad who was 65 but healthy...his only preexisting condition was believing in Trump....when I vote by Biden i shall be voting for him...

Gracy

Gracy

4 years 8 months ago

Hi Cat, well said. Mostly it's younger people who flaunt the protocols. The average age of contagion is now around 36, though the deaths are of older people, the disabled or children. It's easy to wear a mask where I live, the weather is cold, so I use a thick scarf. We can walk outside in our small neighbourhood.
Well said, perfect poem for the pandemic contest.
Take care! Gracy

Candlewitch

thank you so much for reading and commenting. where I live, in Wisconsin, it has gotten to the point that they won't let them without masks into the stores...which in my opinion is a blessing. you take good care of yourself, okay?

*hugs, Cat
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C

line 8 what do you think about this line instead
with each roll of the dice

nice work here good luck