Open Poetry #34 |
Dark Eyes |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
It was that last mile... The one where silence draped the shoulders of gravel and grit. Where the wind chilled brown broken weeds that bid adieu to the stranger’s tail lamps. Countless seconds ticked the churning pit of a stomach shivering against the sudden lurch of heart...when she spoke those last words, when brown eyes turned hauntingly black....and he saw her soul no more. She came into his life unexpectedly, as would a pebble flying through an open window, crashing against clear curved glass and lying still upon a stained carpet... A part of her remained....haunted his senses as he looked beyond the headlights and wondered if again she might stand there, awaiting some poor sap....around the next bend of nowhere...where nothing lived and hell simmered the skillet of life....as dark eyes stared into the night skies and a howl touched the moon... still as death itself.. Calmly waiting for the next lights, just ahead, around that bend... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Oh Barry - this is haunting - it rather gives me the chills - it also stirs compassion - you do write so very well - you've pure talent at creating a mood - Hugs - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Another story... tell, poet, tell... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Haunting...wonderful write Barry.... Very much enjoyed!!! Hugs~ ~ Let peace begin with me... ~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
A part of her remained....haunted his senses as he looked beyond the headlights and wondered if again she might stand there, awaiting some poor sap....around the next bend of nowhere...where nothing lived and hell simmered the skillet of life....as dark eyes stared into the night skies and a howl touched the moon... still as death itself.. This stanza is just WOW! Haunting and magnificent. Maree into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Qualified |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoying you |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Loved this tale Barry .... hugs, Marti A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows. |
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milkweed Junior Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 42fields of gold |
This is haunting, but a compelling read! |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
woah...intense, haunting...gripping read! **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
WOW! ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
I see that I've been missing some fine reading. You're a great storyteller. You must have practiced with "sea stories." Thanks for the comment on Dec 7th. I've not been back since I got about about the time you came in. My next assignment would have been teaching in Pearl or Charleston and I was ready for a different way of life. Still, however, my closest friends are boat sailors of my era. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"when she spoke those last words, when brown eyes turned hauntingly black....and he saw her soul no more" Hands down...my favorite lines.. Well done Barry! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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msflame Member
since 2002-05-21
Posts 188 |
I like this and the title is very appealing. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
She came into his life unexpectedly, as would a pebble flying through an open window, crashing against clear curved glass and lying still upon a stained carpet... Great write, dear Barry! Intense moments of life, left behind. Love, Margherita |
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