Perchance to Dream

Short poem, slightly amended since posting (thanks to Swep)


 

      Perchance to Dream - Stormwolf

 

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They found her three days later.
A strange half-smile,
still gentle upon her lips
confounding physiology.
As always,
the one to break the rules.
Her sightless eyes held no clue.
Only her special things around her
whispered of her yearning
to belong.

 

 

 

© stormwolf 2019
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Mitch
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A teasing half-picture of a corpse holding a clue to her passing and back-story. Alas, as a councillor, I have found a lonely corpse for real and the only companions of his demise were the rooms full of photographs and coffin flies plus that smell you can never forget. Howlz. Mitch

Sweetwater
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A beautiful glimpse, a snapshot too soon whisked away before all is known. I’m intrigued, would love to read more about her life and death. 🙂 Sue.x

Gothicman
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I like this poem, HA x, reminds me of those old people, suffering from dementia here, who in Sweden because of the vast woods, wander out from the safety of the Home, into the wild on their own, to be searched for, for days by the “Missing People” group, and who then find them still alive sitting on a log admiring a lake and the views, so many days afterwards when they should have died from exposure, thirst, and neglect! Doesn’t suit Mary Poppins though!
LT x

Valdohren
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Lovely Alison, but I think line five needs amending.
Val xx .

Miel
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An intriguing write Alison.

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