On a cold March day, the wind blows strong.

Lightening's in the air, thunder rolls along.



Rain patters down. They cry for her.

Trees softly frown.  The preacher says his words.



Muscles are tense.  Bones are chilled.

There is an absence; A void to be filled.



Their child has died.  With painful souls,

They scream to God for the child he stole.



The winds simmer down.  Thunder fades away.

The sun peaks around.  Trees gently sway.



Their pain is released.  Hearts slowly warm.

Though their child's deceased.  They've conquered the storm.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/27/2009 03:00PM by sheziff@yahoo.com.

A sad tale, Sheziff. Welcome, to the mule.

Les

Shaziff,

I found the clarity with which you articulate emotion here very attractive. The sentiment is all too often the case in this world of ours. Good work,

Peter

btw, sheziff, It seems the postings of poems with the lines in the shape you want them requires special formatting in order to retain their formatting. If you place < pre> a line before your poem and < /pre> a line after it, the poem will appear as you typed it. Just leave the space out after <. Otherwise the forum shows your poems sentence after sentence without line endings, as if they were prose. Try it and see what happens.

amo,

Peter

Hey Sherrif,
Good job. Very good job.

A bit Poeish, which is a compliment.

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tlj

I tried the formatting. Thanks for the tip!