Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

Who Met Death

The woman was indeed pushing
her way through the crowd,
pulling, stepping, crushing,
none to proud,
on her face was an expression of relief,
then it turned to genuine compassion,
the child on the street,
blood at his feet,
was not her son,
then another one,
pushed through the crowd,
crying loud,
coughing, gasping, grasping for breath,
it was her child who met death.

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L'Nass Shango March 20, 2009 at 5:56 AM I think I told you before how well you master this form, you are a romantic story teller. Thanks again for your comment, let the dialogue continue.

Frank F. Atanacio March 19, 2009 at 6:17 AM Laurie I love you--but you need a check-up from the Neck up!

Laurie Ginn March 19, 2009 at 6:09 AM hmmm not sure that't true, but 'ok'

Frank F. Atanacio March 19, 2009 at 5:42 AM there is nothing little about me baby girl

Laurie Ginn March 19, 2009 at 5:40 AM Be careful little man

Jay Loveless March 14, 2009 at 1:16 PM Wow. Horrible scene to happen but great job. ~Jese

James Marshall Goff March 11, 2009 at 9:23 AM when I'm forced to "speed read" in anticipation! I know it's a good poem! thanks Frank!

Ernilando Tugaff March 6, 2009 at 8:29 AM Hello Frank, this a SAD, TERRIBLE poem, but it is manifestation of a great imagination of a great writer/poet. Ernilando

Raul Moreno March 5, 2009 at 12:14 PM Very sad theme to a terrible outcome. Nice use of imagery...Raul

Fide Erken March 5, 2009 at 7:36 AM sadness is felt ~ beautiful poem

Arany P. March 5, 2009 at 6:58 AM wow... that was scary!! and i wanted to invite you for breakfast!?! ~ Arany

Robin L. Gass March 4, 2009 at 9:45 PM This is very moving, Frank. What a terrible moment for any parent. Such powerful emotions and imagery in excellent piece. Love, Robin

Carolyn Devonshire March 3, 2009 at 10:20 AM Oh, Frank, I can see this awful scene and sense the tremendous relief of the first mother. Losing a child is said to be the greatest pain anyone can endure. Outstanding work! Love, Carolyn

Catherine Reinke February 28, 2009 at 7:34 AM what comes tomy mind was a mass stampede.. how do childern diein the streets, crowds pushing? open gun fire...what were you seeing when you wrote this? meow

John Loving Iii February 26, 2009 at 3:08 PM dramatic and tragic. john

Laurie Ginn February 26, 2009 at 9:50 AM P*** poor attempt, Im full of smilessss so neaner.

Frank F. Atanacio February 26, 2009 at 9:41 AM Laurie, I'm just trying to piss on your parade of sunshine LOL

Laurie Ginn February 26, 2009 at 9:40 AM You're depth of emotion is at times astounding. You can write with compassion and tenderness almost as if you had a, what was I thinking. By the way sunshine you take instruction well. Laurie

Christopher Higgins February 26, 2009 at 9:32 AM That is horrifying..ones happiness..another sorrow..breaks the heart homie.