On a Sidewalk

November 22, 2009
j.e.following93 BRONZE,
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Pardon if any of my messages offend, I'm just here to please =).


The minister stands on his
podium, and I am his disciple,
His words digging a hole in the ground.
We walk on the sidewalk,
coffee and whiskey oiling our bones.
I, only I? felt the
warm breath of air tickle
our pallid cheeks.
Quickly, briefly,
such to be: nothing there.
All the while the
minister's voice, scrabbly, silent,
weighs heavily in the air.
One by one we walk,
not so alone as empty.
Not so grasping as
a monotonous tone.
The cheek, I turned
away from the wind,
and warmed my frosted fingers
upon its cooling skin.

The author's comments:
I wrote this sitting in the pews of church. It was cold outside.

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on Dec. 21 2009 at 1:58 pm
paradise-of-hell BRONZE, Georgetown, Texas
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When forever ends, something new always begins.

Loved it, keep up the good work... you had great flow, word diction and a feeling of intense mellowness. :) keep writing


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