And they concurred...
Breathtaking was the sight
That chilled September night
Beneath the Idaho skies
With the stars reflected in my eyes
And they assented...
In the moment I could blink
The sky was stained with ink
The Great Writer's quill pot upended
Black and azure blended
And they acquiesced...
The Ursas lumbered across the skies
And Andromeda wailed her silent cries
Mother Cassiopeia stood vain and bold
The telestial bodies told stories of old
And they consented...
Yet in this awesome atmosphere
A cloud of doubt began to appear
My nerves were set with great unease
A chill cut through from a dark breeze
And they agreed...
What should happen had I been alone with you?
A shudder shook my body through
I sensed a danger unidentified
I was glad the girls had come along for the ride
And they conceded...
I could hold it back no longer
The fear was getting stronger
Later that night I confessed
And with the Spirit's comfort was I blessed
And they paralleled...
Warning had touched my roommates' minds
And they saw my demise, all ways, all kinds
As I had felt the danger in that night
They could not let me with you on a solo flight
And they knew.
Breathtaking was the sight
That chilled September night
And I may see it again without strife
Without mine and my roommates' souls fearing for my life
Author notes
I felt inspired to write this. Tonight I went on sort of a date with someone I had met in school, but something had felt a little off when he came to pick me up. He had invited my roommates, and they weren't planning on going, but when they met him, they decided to come along. We went to ice cream, and then he took us to the top of Rexburg hill. All the way there I noticed that there was NOTHING there. There were no houses, no people, and I began to feel scared. I sensed something very, VERY off. I imagined what might have happened had I been in the car alone with him; if the girls got out to see the view at the top of the hill and drove off with me, I wouldn't stand a chance against him. He was a burly person, and he could have easily overthrown me. I was suddenly very grateful for my roommates coming with me. When we got back, I asked them if they had felt anything unusual. Very quickly they all told me that something in that situation had been VERY off. They sensed what I had sensed from the moment he showed up. One of my roommates said to me, "I felt something off, and I didn't want to go, but I felt that I just could NOT let you go alone." They all had felt that I was in danger, and had come to protect me. I will never be grateful enough. I should have sensed it in the library when he said he had a Russian friend who wanted to be a mail-order bride. "But I'm not really looking for a mail-order bride," he added with an unusual smile. (Shudder)
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Comments
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very good
very interesting poem.
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thank you
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