Lost

They gathered upon the shore —

a tumultuous scramble of rotten
hearts and unscrupulous souls —

to await the wrath swelling up
from the depths. No one flees
a fate earnestly earned.

She entered the room on the upbeat,
a swirl of skirt and hair. Innocence
lived in the brightness of her smile.

She had to remove the charm
hanging below her neckline
to enable his power, giving him
control over all she had kept pure.

He left the key in the door,
turned and made his way
to the shore.

English: Slow motion wave

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7 Comments

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7 responses to “Lost

  1. hmmm very thought provoking…I like it 🙂

  2. had me thinking of the movie ‘Logan’s Run’ for some reason….loved the quirkiness…

  3. The transition between the two scences makes for a very interesting read and the vibrant picture below the poem adds to this sensation 🙂

  4. Shawna

    Sheesh, Mark. This is awesome! I immediately thought of the TV show.

    Love these:
    “No one flees a fate earnestly earned.”
    “She entered the room on the upbeat, a swirl of skirt and hair.”

    This is a great fantasy tale—magical powers of healing and salvation hanging around her neck, kept safe by the pure in heart for such a time as this. Now he will use the charm to redeem the broken and wayward. Makes me think of Mary and Jesus.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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