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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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These Hands |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Dawn awakes the blood stained hands Reaching upward toward the sky Trying to strangle what's no longer there The perpatrator's gone The hands don't know this All they feel is the brisk morning air Stinging the cuts That still are deep beneath the wrinkled skin The hands give up the quest for justice Revenge, beyond their grasp They rest finaly on the ground No longer moving These blood stained hands As quiet as the morning The breeze has settled down A soundless, breakless, seemingly dead, Day Starts, but will never end. |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
Eerie feeling. Especially from the ending. Jannel |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
dark and mysterious, descriptive poem. very good imagery..this is one of those poems where my curiosity is peaked to know the inspiration for. janet marie ...baby, dont you work so hard for this prize you found... it will all be gone when you turn around... cause ... nothin' lasts forever anyway... Rick Roberts-Windmills |
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EMG Junior Member
since 2000-02-09
Posts 10 |
I'm with Janet on this one. Although I do not understand your inspiration, though, the actual poem is very well written and shows your ability to write. Nice job, Eli |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
I'm not sure I can explain my inspiration for this poem. It's a mixture of a lot of things. This wasn't about me exactly, and not of one person in perticular. I meant it to be abstract, describing the hands, as if not connected to the person they belong to. Again, I'm not sure I can give an explanation, but I like the poems I write the best, that can't be explained. Thanks for replying.  Joy |
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