Omen
Along lush woods that slither on hills between
Evening of Life recalls a town ,so quaint
For joyride cruising new borders, my dream!
Though on sharp ridge, pale oak warns of restraint.
Held by twisted stems coiled on ruined track
Grasses freeze, sad among twigs from the glen
More sad than death, or all deaths can exact
A calling of Time stirring its bleak omen.
In a wham, a daze passes through my head
Scenes of auto crash splinter like ripped gown,
Thrown in a realm farther than black-wired sky
My body sprawled on pools of blood’s seabed.
Succumbing to visions erased by clear light
Pulse rouses to chimes of Amazing Grace;
A gruesome day I won’t relive, despite
Promises of thrills that wait to amaze.
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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