My sister went missing today - 28/09/05 - and that is her birthday. I wrote about the incedent as soon as I found her.


Entwine.

Taste.

Flavours of the salty stress,
Headaches that blank my mind.

Sight.

Watchful feelings to the eye,
Heartbeats that trail behind.

Smell.

Odours that sharpen me,
Adrenaline that blankets kind.

Hear.


Listening for my sister's call,
Treading over my lines.

Touch.


Feeling for the answers,
Straining myself trying to find.

Sense.

Calculating the means of why,
Trying to entwine.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-09-28 at 21:05

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Pamela A Lamppa
Ah, that gut-wrenching feeling of hopelessness. How do you pull all those sense together when such a moment happens? Somehow we manage it. Very well done. I enjoyed this a great deal. ~Pamela
2007-06-12


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i would remove the s from trails here, trail is a better flow to the line.

sisters call - sister's call

other than those two points it is a well written piece. we have to make sure our family are safe in this day and age where mad people roam the streets. only the other week here some young kid of just 14 raped 3 girls under 10! perhaps you saw it on the news as you are from england like me.
2005-09-29