this fog escapes
in gasps from bitten lungs
through hollowed mouths
expectant
each breath
a slow descent
into endless decay
in silent waiting
for the frost of winter
in his icy kiss
the thrum turns to silence
as rain to snow
driving to drifting
gray to white
Listen
all is quiet
There can be no lies
where there is no sound
A contest entry
- Liar (s) by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Where does it take you?
Comments
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yeah, satisfying
particularly liked
the thrum turns to silence
as rain to snow
driving to drifting
gray to white
Listen
all is quiet
There can be no lies
where there is no sound
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Oh, this is an incredible free verse piece. I love it...You have used great words to give a deep sense of emtoion. Ty for entering.
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