Last Call - For Contest
LAST CALL – for contest
It slithered through his fingers
awakened from hoar frosted stun
no thanks for heated hands of savior
only instinct’s need to flee.
He followed, as it sought heated stones,
soft weakened sun, and release
from the solitude of the cold blooded
clinging to a freedoms fleeing warmth.
Slowly, hard shadows cast their spell
harsh warning upon a ragged land
sands shifting beneath both foot and skin
lives passing in the hope of “once again”.
10/18/2015
submitted to – Triple Prompt – poetry contest
sponsor – Casarah Nance
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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