She walks upon
the river's edge
Caring not for
what lies ahead
She couldn't see
the future's bright
Only revenge
would be her plight
would be her plight
Daring the fates
to boldly speak
Hoping her knees
would not grow weak
Blind to all but
what muddles her head
This night will see
his future dead
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This story/poem came to me with the first line, then I explored what she was feeling and why, and where she was headed. I am exploring poetry without boundaries.
This is for the challenges of:
I love the photograph, and I am very impressed with your poetry..I, too, am a poetess.
ReplyDeleteI am very visual and that is why I add photos to my words. I am taking your words in... thank you.
ReplyDeleteShe walks upon
ReplyDeletethe river's edge - great opening lines!
Thank you.
DeleteVery powerful, very vengeful. Very visual. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for that feedback. I greatly appreciate it.
DeletePeace,
Morgan
Great work, thank you! Good luck with the Challenge.
ReplyDeleteShannon
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your words!
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