There upon the dirty floor
There he lay as a broken limb
Wondering if there was something more
Perhaps there was a reason why
Perhaps there was a season for such a thing
Either way...there he lay
There he lay as a bird with broken wing
By chance there was still time
Blood there upon his cheek
Dust and dirt and grime there to reek
Tears grinding bloody paths there upon his cheek
Sun rising there through the window
Illuminating his rising from there upon the floor
There is still time
...
She stood there waiting
Here deciding there debating
As to whether or not there was still time
There had to be
He had been moaning there upon the floor
Shot seven times if there was any kindness
But she knew better as she stood there on the tarmac
Great winged titans roaring there just above her in the sky
But then again there it was...why?
Why had there been any doubt?
He had been there...far too close to the truth
There should be no regret
Yet nothing there upon the tarmac could consol
A paid killer who suddenly felt there was something missing
She stood there for a moment before walking up to the plane
Up the stairs there waited for her the coachman, head bowed
And upon reaching the top she looked back there
Somwhere out there he was bleeding out his unfourtunate life
She turned her eyes from there to here
Smiling politely at the coachman who stood there...with gun in hand
The smile, once there, was now gone
"Fish, you know there was-"
Barking gun biting ears across the tarmac there and gone
He stood for a moment there at the top of the stair
There he lingered on
Watching the tears there upon her cheeks
Until as there he sighed
There she died
Asking herself if there was such a thing as forgiveness
Author notes
(there)
This was a great deal of fun!
A contest entry
- What's Your Word? by Poetess12.
2400 points, ended September 8, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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There's great presentation
Great plot. You used the word well as it fitted in perfect. You got me pondering at the last line too
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I like how you used the word "There".
It may be a sad poem but it is well written.
Thanks for your entry.
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Fantastic!
I just love the way you write. Perfect word choice as well. Emotional and dramatic. A superb write. Best of luck in the contest. -
This is so sad...quite tragic actually! At first I thought it was a poem of a guy who thought he might have reached the age of no return...where finding love becomes more difficult...really had me going!
As always you leave me wondering. But that's what I like about your writes. I'm left with lots of room to imagine for myself.
So, these two were secret lovers...and the woman is married to a very important man. He found out about the affair and had them both killed. The guy who was driving the coach told her that he was sent to kill her lover, but not that he was there to kill her as well...
I'd imagine you'd have a better back story than mine though.
E-M xx
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