Cries
Kay Rice
5/1/2014
A cry is made in the dark of the night,
Shrill and cold, filled with fright.
The stars shutter to hide behind clouds,
The wind whispers, beneath nights shroud.
A whimper, a cry, from far, far away,
A dream, a memory refusing to give way.
Pain that breaks the heart and the soul,
Then hushed away as morning bells toll.
A prayer is sent to the heavens above,
A soul is lost and is begging for love.
A tear is shed from eyes, blinded by fear,
As loneliness engulfs the innocent here.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: KAY L. RICE
PLEASE DO NOT REPRODUCE WITHOUT THE AUTHORS WRITTEN PERMISSION.
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I have always said that my poetry and short stories write themselves, I'm just the hand that holds the pen. Several of my poems have been published in local publications and in the 2011 World Poetry Movement book 'Stars in our Hearts'. Please enjoy the words, but do not steal them.
I enjoy living and what life brings my way. My day job, I'm a geekgirl, a programmer. Coding is like using clues to solve a mystery to me. But, my happiness outside of the day job involves, cooking, baking, knitting, crocheting, writing, hiking, primitive skills. Yup, I come home and unplug. So there are many sides of me here. Enjoy.
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Beautiful- love the line “A dream, a memory refusing to give way…”