A Poem By Taylor // 8/30/2007

I am the strongest of my brothers.
wakes up the beasts with a nudge.
Yellow, my twin, slows them
down with a glare.
But only I can dam the river up for miles with but a whisper.


more than a riddle

All kinds of images entered my mind as I read your poem Taylor, and at the end these made the intended image more meaningful. I think that makes it more than a riddle? The thought of "beasts" makes it different... more exotic. I think of Brazil for some reason.

Ben | Sat, 09/08/2007

Ben, What do you mean?


What do you mean? Perhaps I was mistaken to think the meaning of the poem quite obvious when I wrote it. The idea came to me one day and, after a bit of thought, I wrote it down. Green--yellow--red. Think traffic.


Taylor | Tue, 10/02/2007


:o) nice poem!

Emily | Tue, 10/16/2007


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