Thursday, August 4, 2011

Who?

Ice house swirls with faces,
waitress, couples, pin ball kid.
Voices laugh, murmur, rail.
Thought rises from mind shadows.
Who will be next to die?
How? When?
Don't ask why.

5 comments:

  1. I am with you in this, Victoria. Ominous poem that expresses the chaos of it all somehow. Nice work.

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  2. Eerie, Victoria. You just never know....

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  3. Good poem. People all around, active, and yet we never know who might be about to die or experience some other tragedy.

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  4. The world would be a chaos if we all knew our dying date, imagine

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  5. So scary and so true. We never know when and we'll never know why. This expresses so well what I feel as well.

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