A blink of an eye and the crime occurred.
It was the perfect timing for disaster.
One lied to spill the blood of the other,
And the truth just came flowing after.
The silence would be the messenger tonight.
Near the entrance,
She shivered in the light…
In a slow and frozen instance,
He could tell from her eyes that she wasn’t right.
More than one victim lay cold in the snow.
A pretty face, empty, as whispering words fell from her lips.
The wind seemed to be devouring her ever-thinning sense,
Disenchantment of the scene lifted as those delicate fingers slid from his,
And her frost-bitten body slackened against the fence.
Is this a prolouge to a new exciting novel Mariah? This is a jam packed feeder poem for a super movie. I think you're onto something great here!Love,
Mom
Wow, can see the definate making of a short story in this one and what a title it would have...think you are really only beginning with this great poem Mariah and should explore further possibilities with this idea.
Fee
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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I just found your work, and I am enjoying your fantastic style. Keep up the awesome work, ps, I love your mom's poetry..
Much, Peace, love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Mom
Fee