Open Poetry #30 |
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Journey: Six |
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Pillowed by cold folds of clammy mud and blanketed with icy rain drops fallen from tempest laden skies, She lay shivering along the roadside waiting for her night to pass. Praying to silent gods between shivers and convulsing hungered shudders, desperation transfigured in sobbing pleas She turns her bruised face to the clouds seeking direction, reason, truth. A harrowing song played among the drops that drifted in melancholy through the thick cloud-washed skies, hinting of darkness and death, soft comfort and painless warmth. It spoke into her emptiness, echoing with clamorous precision through long-abandoned channels that once housed compassion, love, life and settled heavily near her soul. Relief distilled the cold prison, a sanctity arisen from acceptance; numbness spread in fickle waves, casting about for limbs that still felt, blindly groping for a heart that still beat. She felt it take her, its embrace long and dark, ending the terrible blindness that was her; the last sigh escaped, forever parting blue-rimmed lips in the semblance of a reminiscent smile. -*-*- |
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Daniel van Vliet Member
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"that once housed compassion, love, life and settled heavily near her soul" I like this line... wd |
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