Wednesday, August 31, 2011


And as she swam,
on and on,
the hurt searing in her shoulders,
but the hope of going through another day driving her on,
and she ran and ran,
wanting to catch up to the moon,
for it held out the promise of an eternal night,
drops of cool frailty falling from the sky,
as she cried for her,
and she kept going into the dark,
forgetting the past and the regrets,
forever into the dreams,
for they held a hope for eternal flame,
which could shine in the dark,
and she could escape,
from this world,
the darkness,the frailty of death,
seeping into some pit,
forever out of the view,
to come up in another eternity perhaps,
and so,
she falls,
trapped in the moment she can't get out of,
the eternal bliss,
an eternal rain.


  1. This is an awesme bit of writing. Full of emotion; dark and hopeful at the same time.

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  2. beautiful..

    you are such a quick talent.

  3. When I was young, I dreamed I could fly. It was a recurring dream. I know now it was my means of escaping my fear. The night sky would lift me in my gown of white as bare feet ran along the grass up high amid the stars. I saw this as I read your poem, and I felt peaceful.

  4. Pointedly yearning. Very nice! I enjoyed it. You can find mine at: Hope you have a great day!

  5. Wow amazing and so well written. I love your idea on this photo so well expressed

  6. The words you chose express such conflicting emotions yet it works simply wonderfully!

  7. There is such raw emotion in your words... pain, but determination... sadness, but hope. Great take on the prompt! :-)