"Mantlepiece" A man is in a painting. His eyes are swaths of black. His face begins to crack. A glass has been spilled. The wine trickled down south. Where the candlelight has filled.
Serving as a mantlepiece he has forever spilt his drink.
I like this as a verbal snapshot of an object. It's caught my interest. If you wanted to take it further, you could lead us somewhere emotionally. Give us a greater sense of what the importance of the man in the painting is. (And id there isn't one, you can make it up!)
We are generation Y, we ask why are we here, and why we are so tied to the dios of Juanucho Cobbon, the only demi- that calls for capitols.
The Juanucho Cobbon Sociedad de Poesia consists of award winning poets like Juanucho Cobbon himself, as well as his loyal subjects, McCallum--Sally, Ryder-Sejjjj, and Cravens--Mitch. We are beatniks for a "beat" generations, worshippers of the layman's verse (por la mitad), and engordados de amistad. and we shall craft.
I like this as a verbal snapshot of an object. It's caught my interest. If you wanted to take it further, you could lead us somewhere emotionally. Give us a greater sense of what the importance of the man in the painting is. (And id there isn't one, you can make it up!)
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