The frenzied calm
After the storm
Settles around his targets
Two girls,
One standing
Both with expressions distraught
As the standing girl
Puts her hand on the other's chest
No luck, no pulse
She examines what she can
And starts to depart, when
A whispered echo of a voice
Assembles next to her ear
He says
Are you going to be okay?
Yes, I'm doing okay,
Thank you very much
Author notes
A poem that didn't really end up like it was supposed to. It's kind of okay, I suppose.
How did the personification work for you?
Comments
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Not sure I get what this is about per se...but it was good none the less. YAY!
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Ha, that's cool. I don't exactly understand the point of the poem. It was more telling a story than a poem, but it was good.
*KT*
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