Open Poetry #22 |
Fear |
Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Fear Colored blue like the bruise under mama’s left eye It happens “when there’s no damned work to be found” It sounds like heavy footsteps near my bedroom door and it smells like whiskey. Fear |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
This is excellent work...the first of yours I've seen. Well done! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Wow! That is potent writing! Stirred all kinds of emotions in me! Hope the premise isn't based on your reality! Take Care Earth Angel |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
All to often those sounds are heard that smell is smelled.... very powerful writing. I haven't read your work before, but am looking forward to more. *s* If I have touched one heart through my words, then I have acheived my dream... |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
I think you captured the essence of fear, and in this case fear from a father who abuses his family, rather well. |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Thanks to all of you for your comments. They're much appreciated. |
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