Chris G. Vaillancourt

Freshman - 618 Points (April 5,1959 / Canada)

Whispers In A Dreary Place - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Damp drilling spiders
correcting Grammar
and fulfilling their mission.
We are breeze skinned now
and so we prance
in malignant abandon.
Calling to trees...

fall.
fall.

fall on me and
educate me
on the
stupidity
of
opening windows.

Doors slamming shut and furious skins
are demanding retribution.

Sighing to self
and thinking,

it's all lemonade
gone stale now.


Jesus. Sweet merciful Jesus,
what sharply stoned road
am I walking upon?
There are too many shivers of dread.
Too many falling trees
and skinning of knees.

Answering me.
' Be quiet.
Remember who I am.'


Comments about Whispers In A Dreary Place by Chris G. Vaillancourt

  • Gold Star - 10,317 Points Allotey Abossey (7/23/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    Sounds of the heart... Good (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/30/2013 1:34:00 AM)

    Jesus. Sweet merciful Jesus,
    what sharply stoned road
    am I walking upon?

    a truth there, poet, that God knows well! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,965 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/29/2013 4:47:00 PM)

    The whispers are dreary indeed. Damp drilling spiders, falling trees, stale lemonade, sharply stoned road all creating the surroundings. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013


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