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The Eclectic Pen - Mental Observation #1

By: Michael P. (elgingerman)  
Date Submitted: 9/27/2013
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 86
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As I stood, quietly watching, from a dark-blue wooded hill (shrouded in mist) I saw a hand of stone come reaching, rising from the bay. And as its fingers all extended, Down there came a swinging scythe! Slicing off three fingertips, which fell into the sea. And the hand retreated slowly, back into the depths. As it sank it pulled the water with it, and a whirlpool formed right where the hand went down. Then this whirlpool was a flower. It was yellow; I was green. It had petals in the back lawn of a house with white walls.

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