Silence

When guest author, J V, ask me to publish another of her prose creations . . .I looked to my left and there I was; I looked to my right and there I  was; . .. .I WAS BESIDE MYSELF! It is with pleasure that I present another emotional and thought provoking prose creation by this talented author.

Enjoy and please share you thoughts in the comments space at the end.....

                                                                                          Image courtesy of Pinterest.com

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In silence I cried
Heard the echoes of your name
As I prayed for your safe return

Angry tidal waves swallowed
You whole into the depth of
Darkness that you loathe

The tumultuous ferocious sea
Took what meant
The most from me

In silence I cried
Heard the echoes of my name
As I prayed for your safe return

When my pleas went unheard
I knew then you would never be
With me ever again

In silence my hollow soul weeps
It longs to hear once more
Your echoes reaching out to me

                                                                              Copyright © 2014 by J V

Stuff:

Writers are constantly bickering about the difference between prose and poetry. Here is a link that gives a good over view of the difference. . . . CLICK HERE

The Stillness of Night

For several years, I have been posting poems that I have written, good poems from other authors that I have found and/or poems by guest authors. Today’s post is a first! This edition is written in the “prose” format.

With prose the lines do not necessarily rhyme but its subtle message is delivered with rhythmic tone when read properly.

The photo, found on the internet, compliments the theme of the prose.

This daunting prose was written by a gifted guest author, and my good friend, who uses the “nom de plume” . . . J V

Enjoy! . . . . .

 

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Evil lurks in the still of the night

Cautiously slithering by

Like a stealthy snake

Unbeknown to its prey

It strikes, it immobilizes

With venomous serum

Unable to move, to defend

The prey lies motionless

Feeling the fiery burn

Heartbeat quickens

Then succumbs

To the toxicity

Life is no more

As evil continues

To lurk in the still of night

                                                                                             Prose by J V

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The author has advised me that this prose was written as a metaphor of a real life situation. I will leave it to the readers imagination as to what happened and to whom or to what. 

Please leave a comment and let us know your thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, our guest author will respond with the details.

 
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