God's Gift of Breath

Little Girl's Curls

 

It was a difficult case,

he wanted to work on it

at a quicker pace,

and what triggered it,

was the innocence in the little girl’s face,

what stayed on his mind

was the little girl’s curls,

and the only witnesses he had to work with

was a couple of young boys,

running around the crime scene like squirrels,

the death of the young girl

left the entire city in a state of shock,

as unformed police officers

canvassed the entire block,

searching for witnesses and clues,

her death was what made front page news,

but the detective knew

that no one wanted to get involved,

but nevertheless, he wanted to solve the crime,

and he’ll spend a great deal of time,

as he stood over her body,

looking,

a metamorphosis occurred,

a fresh young girl at play,

killed horribly that day,

God’s gift of breath,

turned into a battered trench of flesh,

once called life,

cut up and strangled, mangled,

with a simple kitchen knife.

Dreams Tumbled

 

It was a small room,

filled with spirits and ghosts,

she sat on a wooden trunk,

her pupils red,

her eyes sunk,

she wagged her head

slightly as if she were drunk,

on her lap a child slept,

above the child tiny angels wept,

another child next to her on the floor,

bundled in blankets,

and because of the sleep,

he was hungry no more,

although the hunger went deep,

there was a small crucifix fixed to the door,

and the spirits could see

how exhausted she could be,

she cried,

the skin beneath her eyes

withered and dried,

all hopes crumbled,

dreams tumbled,

the hand which clutched the hungry child

trembled,

her voice cracked,

words broken,

hunger attacked,

but nevertheless her prayers were spoken,

God understood,

and she knew that he would.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Frank, I like both of these, perhaps the first one a little more. Very well done. Only you can paint such a complete and vivid picture with so few words. Very well done. :)


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks for reading phdast7 yeah these were the times when you had to put two poems up because Hub pages said one was too short.. now I see hubs with only three lines and that's a go LOL thanks again Ph


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

It is bizarre. Haiku are an old and venerable poetic form, and I like some of them, but really. Peron A has 100 hubs of three lines each with 1 picture each...and Person B (me, of course) has 26 hubs of between 1000 and 2000 words and with 5-10 pictures each. But lets celebrate the fact that they have posted 100 hubs!! hubs. I hope I don't sound bitter... :)


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

You are indeed a wonderful person God blessed you :)


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Theresa is obviously a wonderful person and so are you! Such a knack of getting us readers involved into each piece you write

Brilliant piece of poetry!


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

rahul thank you bro peace to you and your family

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