Cary
by Rai15
Posted: 18 June 2004 Word Count: 198 Summary: 3rd poem; from "Whispers of a Mind" & "Beautiful Blue Eyes" Related Works: Beautiful Blue Eyes Whispers of a Mind |
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She made breaking news
the world over, they stopped
the presses just for her -
front page headlines everywhere.
Some said she must be evil,
because she fell from grace,
others said she was just a hoax,
that the media was bored.
I walked through the woods and
the fields for days after the storm.
I walked alone, away from the
hoards that tracked her.
Through the crop field, away
from the hill, to a small group of
trees, where dog walkers go.
As I entered the trees, all was
quiet and so dark, cold, it was peaceful.
I turned left, taking myself
further away from the hill, deeper into
the trees, the dark, and the silence.
Something here made me feel
comfortable, happy,
something made me smile.
In a clearing, a sat amongst the leaves
to rest, covered in the warm sunlight.
I closed my eyes and laid back,
absorbing the wonder of the place.
Something made me open my eyes,
something cold, a shadow,
something blocking the sun.
As I opened my eyes, she stood
over me, studying me closely.
I asked her what her name was,
she understood me, she spoke
soft and calmly. Cary.
the world over, they stopped
the presses just for her -
front page headlines everywhere.
Some said she must be evil,
because she fell from grace,
others said she was just a hoax,
that the media was bored.
I walked through the woods and
the fields for days after the storm.
I walked alone, away from the
hoards that tracked her.
Through the crop field, away
from the hill, to a small group of
trees, where dog walkers go.
As I entered the trees, all was
quiet and so dark, cold, it was peaceful.
I turned left, taking myself
further away from the hill, deeper into
the trees, the dark, and the silence.
Something here made me feel
comfortable, happy,
something made me smile.
In a clearing, a sat amongst the leaves
to rest, covered in the warm sunlight.
I closed my eyes and laid back,
absorbing the wonder of the place.
Something made me open my eyes,
something cold, a shadow,
something blocking the sun.
As I opened my eyes, she stood
over me, studying me closely.
I asked her what her name was,
she understood me, she spoke
soft and calmly. Cary.
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