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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
Howling wind razor sharp cold slashes my body I walk a mountain trail shrinking against its relentless drive. Numbing sleet stings my face; it feels like pecking crows far below craggy rocks cluster forming tiny cities path crumbles with each footstep shrinking on both sides. Walking this desolate ridgeline I sway as a willow in a storm, each gust more vicious than the last growling unsatisfied. A nightmare teeter-totter pulling from each side doom waits. Breathing in short gasps with no way back or forward frozen feet slip almost in concert with my frenzied mind. In slow motion memories flash by with knowledge of death wind howling in my ears I accept the end in calm reticence uncaring rocks break bones blood sprays painting their forms. Last breath like a jewel, fades butterfly light from this world. Pain instant, cuts off assimilated by black white flutter which recedes into a soothing hum. Immersion into a deep velvety green sea warm, glowing, giving, strange colors drift in and out feeling like caressing hands. Light around seems brighter than any thing known I scream as echoing words resound “It’s a boy!” |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England |
Ohh yes that sounds all to familiar Love the ending the gas and air dose make you feel like that very well penned  |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I had no idea where you were going with this - it certainly did not end the way I would have thought. I really liked the way you write about the physical impacts on the person in the poem. Does that make sense? You created images that I could identify with. Alison |
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