⋅ 24 February 2012

Tools of Her Trade

Nightly she stands by the shore
Face upturned to the dark starless sky
As tears of pain roll freely from her eyes
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In her hands a net of silver
Made of the finest diamond dust
Forged in fire, pain and lust
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She hears their vocies whisper
As dark waters lap at the shore
Some for mercy
Others whimpering in pain
Begging to live once more
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Slowly she throws her net
Far
and
Wide
Pulling lost souls from the waters
Close to her side
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Gently gathering them around her
She handles each soul
As her tears stain the sand
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And divides them into three piles

Yes
Maybe
and
Never again
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  • a very interesting poem ,it has a feeling all of its own wonderfully original and quiet lovely on the mind ,you inspire me24 Feb 2012 by

  • Those three haunting words attend many love affairs. This is delightful, contemplative, and is a delightful read! Nice work!24 Feb 2012 by

  • You have had a stellar debut on PF, Duckie.25 Feb 2012 by

  • A very haunting write, beautifully crafted! Excellent use of alliteration, simile and allegory. Wonderful visual imagery, fine detail and eloquent expression enhance the poem to the reader. Superb crafting! Thank you for sharing. Blessings always.....25 Feb 2012 by

  • Hi Duckie, wow really like this poem - as one of the other comments says it truely is haunting, but haunting in a kinda soft, delicate and beautiful way. It paints a lovely, eerie picture that I'm sure stays with the reader long after the poem is over. Loved it, gonna read some of your others now :o)31 Mar 2012 by

  • Wonderful poetry very delightful to read18 Mar 2013 by

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