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the murder
by Michele Schottelkorbreality sinks into sweet molasses
and softly drowns
out your voice(s)
unheard, unseen
but prickly sensations felt upon
my spine
reassure me
that you are not gone
from this realm
just
far away from
the Meaning of Life
you whisper into my dying heart
and smile
as your fingers squeeze
the last drop of blood
from my face
December 28, 2003 12/28/2003 Author's Note: ok, nonsensical gibberish reminiscent of my adolescence... don't really know where this came from... but, where i to be murdered, i would assume this is what it might be like...
Posted on 12/29/2003
Copyright © 2025 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/31/03 at 07:59 PM The Message of Life found in death. Whew... alot to think about there. Wow. Great verse. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/01/04 at 04:08 AM Ummmm, ok (Poem #7) I was ok until the last line, but before that, I thought it was a rather pleasant place you might be taking me. LOL!!! Maybe to the murdered, it doesn't feel so bad after all???? Wow....vivid images!!!! And, yes, STILL adoring your poetry!!!! |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 02/16/05 at 10:01 PM This one leaves really strong images in my mind of this metaphoric death you seem to speak of. Great work here. Hah, I'm just being nosey right now, and browsing around your library :) |
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