August- 28-2025
Marathon Mile. No .11. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
~ Placed Seventh~
She still smiled, even when she knew, life looped over her, like a hangman’s noose. Imagined it was a melody she heard, in the rising cadence of a dirge. But…in her laughter was the echo, of smothered sighs, shot involuntary, from the corked up bottle of her heart. In a hilarious company, she languished like a cockle in the shell. Seemed so calm when a sizzling inferno burnt within! Tears, long held back froze and hardened within her eye pits. Now a total stranger to herself! On the beach, as the sunset hurled ecstasy across the skies, she only saw the virulent waves lashing on the shore and their tug, inviting. On the way back, with an eerie interest, she watched water lilies, withering away in pools and ponds! Neither cursed nor moaned over her soiled identity; but wondered why only discordant tunes now came out from her flute on which, once her rehearsed lips created such harmonious melody! Under her calm demeanor, was veiled craftily the anguish of a life time. Yet in pitch darkness, counting the luminous stars in the firmament, she lay- a seed in wait under furrowed lands for the first summer shower! (This is the sad story, I happened to hear of a woman who contrived AIDS from her lecherous husband who was a truck driver! But she put up a brave fight! I don’t know if she is still alive. It is so sad that often innocents have to suffer in life!)
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