She lies prone
beautiful in her slow decay
fighting each breath into withered lungs
forcing her tired body to
hold on.
Small movements sapping fading strength
diminshed body resting
refusing to give up
the seeming endless struggle to
march on.
Quaking fingers lightly clasped in my hand
trying to support her
breath catching as hers wavers
begging her to
keep on.
Her arms so thin and frail
but holding such strength
as an erratic pulse beats at her wrist
pumping without a rythm it
drums on.
Shrill ringing of the telephone
shatters the burdensome near-silence
worried family calling
wondering if she can
live on.
She makes her final journey
from which she'll never return
surrounded by loved ones
who are trying to
hold on.
In a list
A contest entry
- 40 song titles. by etoile.
600 points, ended September 29, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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stanza five seemed kindof awkward and abrupt to me. but otherwise i loved this write. the imagery was beautiful and the way you wrote this was amazing. great take on the title prompt.
thanks for entering
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you sucka.. why you gotta make me cry? .. lol ok i wasn't crying if you tell any one i was .. i'll kill you kidding ofcourse .. but this must stem from quite the personal experience bravo to you keep up the fine work
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Glad you enjoyed it, and I'm telling everyone I made you cry.
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Quaking fingers lightly clasped in my hand
trying to support her
breath catching as hers wavers
begging her to
keep on.
so sad, and emotional.
beautiful piece. -
Chilling...
In a good way. Few poems compel me to read them multiple times, this is one. Life's noblest passing lain before me in the noblest of words. Words are miracles in the right hands.
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Thank you kindly, glad you like it.
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hmmmm.... i like it love! took me a minute to get my head around it all (but then I did just wake up) but it's beautiful!!
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