. running through midnite
. and the shapes...
. there was the estuary
. a salvation
. for desperation
. an escape but
. would he swim
. after her...
. only one way to find out
. dark hulks departed
. upon the downstream tide
. of dancing moonlit waves
. thundering their diesel progress
. above greaser's music blasting
. to thwart a plea
. for silence
. as sleep found her bones
. morning came wet ...cold
. and the river stank
. all over her but
. all around
. wildfowl cried at life
. whilst death stalked
. in the unknown
. but where...
. was that unknown now
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dusk arising (
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Death stalks us all the time but we have both avoided it in our time so we are still here living a second life which has no boundaries.
Andy
There is a poem there - I'll write it and put it up today d a.
Andy
I guess thats true. This piece was written after seeing a TV scene which gave me the first two lines, the rest just fell off my fingers.
I admire the poetic ambition in your write, so free and defiant
Just an attempt to create a picture and atmosphere. Thank you for looking in and commenting.
Get that murky dirty brown water out of my mouth! She didn't like being drowned..........
She's a survivor, a fighter. She does things her way because its her only way. And she succeeds.
Love the freestyle you chose for this haunt of a read D.A. - - your pen captures the desperation perfectly.
A scene in a TV movie gave me the first two lines and i tried to create an atmospheric story picture to take those lines further. Thank you for your reassuring words which reduce my uncertainty to post or not to post.
very descriptive,good one
Than you blue.
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