Open Poetry #49 |
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So Sofftly Slipped The Noose |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
So softly slipped the noose, it crept around his neck like gossamer. And had he known, how he'd have wept, for it was death, I can concur. No culling fall beneath the scythe; no reaper grim to sanitise. In longer-lasting death he'll writhe, tormented soul of her cold eyes. No final, gallows-jolt to break the neck of love, a furlong late. And when a mile's too much to take, he'll live that love might turn to hate. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Interesting little gem you have here, Red. I know all about those "cold eyes." Quite a little twist at the end. I like twists at the end. I liked this. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I am becoming a fan of your poetry, Redstart. Ida |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Another fine piece of work with a twist. Would love to read more of your work too Redstart. Lori ![]() |
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