The Wake


Throw in a wild card
pluck at the muslin
she died they cried
grief running.

Death mask
and death masked
all sensations
of the living.

Ricocheting bullets,
hole in the heart
gapes, letting in mourning,
morning cries, at dawn.

Pour out
outpouring of tears,
anguish shouts
filling echoes of silence.







Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-10-04 at 01:02

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John Ashleigh
Very strong words, and a very deep mood. I love it.

Regards,
John.
2010-11-23


Dee Daffodil
Wow...You write this as though you are watching it all unfurl before your eyes. Kudos to you for packing so much emotion and intensity into so few words !!
Hugs,
Dee
2010-10-19


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Heartwrenching emotions pour through for me as I read this. Very emotive and the short lines give the feelings a weightier punch. This is well-expressed. Thanks.
2010-10-08



This is a poet's poem—witnessing, then distilling the experience to its essence.

jim
2010-10-04


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
our losses shout at us...
untill the echoes are muted.
thanks shells...this written very heartfuly.
2010-10-04