12 June 2011

No Railing

No railing. Saw her slipping.
Suddenly, she fell through.
I'll never again feel my
lover's delicate fingers.

Slipping on the mossy stairs,
through the air she tumbled.
My darling took her last breath,
fingers grasping only air.


Carry On Tuesday 109
Words from Abba:
Slipping through my fingers

10 comments:

  1. this is cool,
    your words ring beautifully true.


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  2. Promising - thank you
    Madeleine - I'm glad you felt it

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  3. Very intense write, almost sad. Very well done.

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  4. I don't know if this is true or not, but it is very sad if it is. Very descriptive and well written.

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  5. so ..... you forgot to clean the steps?

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  6. Okay, I didn't see that coming. An unexpected direction makes for a great poem.

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  7. That sounds terribly tragic. Stairs without rails are a hazard to use, be extremely careful on a rainy or icy day.

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  8. Henry - thank you

    bsb3 - I've not watched anyone fall to their death, fortunately. I'm glad you felt it.

    Whitesnake - you're so bad, lol

    Mike - glad it surprised you, then

    Raven - it would be quite tragic

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  9. Join Poets Rally today,
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    Cheers.
    Happy July 4TH!

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