This week's prompt, deepest, darkness, somehow brought out the poet in me. She doesn't come out very often, so be kind! I don't even know how to punctuate poetry.
The Grave
The grave I dug was deep and dark,
It bordered on the woods,
I tossed within bits of the past,
The evils and the goods;
Broken bits of shrubs untended,
Sweet herbs now gone to seed,
A diamond and some precious coins
To show I’d lost my greed.
I knew that there was room for more,
Something not yet revealed,
I searched the dark depths of my mind,
But it remained concealed.
The dew of dusk clung to the leaves,
The sun began to set,
I grabbed the spade to fill the grave
But the task was not done yet.
The wind picked up, the clouds went dark,
And soon I could not see,
The darkness spoke in a deep sure voice,
The forgotten thing was me.
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15 comments:
most excellent!
Wow! I really like this, TI. Gave me chills.
wow
this is wonderful
it has given me chills
wo that was eerie and excellent! How very deep and dark!! Thanks so much for your beautiful comment to me, I almost didn't want to publish that post and the kind words I've received made me glad i did. thanks :)
This is great. It's got such rhythm. And FC is right, it's way chilly! Good job!
Roll over E A Poe. :-)
very deep and dark indeed! i really enjoyed it
Ooh, well done! Very spooky and imaginative.
You did a wonderful job but the end was a scary surprise. Bravo twin! XXOO
I got chills reading this.
Very powerful writing.
Loved it!
This is dark and eerie and yes chilling the ending is great and unexpected.
You should encourage her to come out more frequently. Very good.
Very powerful. I totally relate to this piece of work. Let the poet in you thrive!!
gautami
Stranger in the Mirror
I love that you wrote poetry for this. And everyone's right- most chilling and creepy- vivid images and good rhythm. Bravo.
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