The Wise Glare

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

'The Wise Glare' expresses a fearful childhood experience. It takes place at my home, sitting on the edge of a village in a dark moving night, among different wildlife visitors.

The Wise Glare

 

The disturbed silence waits,

With clamorous and patterned footsteps,

For the arrival of wonderful companions.

The mist smells of sweetened desert,

Rushing to and from corners of the room,

As if I was scattered with hope.

 

Through the crystal pane, swords of lightening rent the sky,

The front door opens slowly,

Like the wailing of a child.

Far from any scope, menace menace menace

The wolf glares at me, steadily

With immoral eyes

 

Pleasures grasp onto my horripilated skin,

I heard hope

Die.


Submitted: January 02, 2013

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Criss Sole

Excellent imagery. I liked reading this poem.

Wed, January 9th, 2013 8:35am

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