The Whispers In Her Ear

Her face washed in tears,

she followed the shadow

to the door at the front of the stairs,

one single candle burned on the window pane,

and love would call,

she stared briefly at a gleaming picture

of the Virgin Mary hanging on the wall,

she then walked in and saw her body

laying on the day bed,

the whispers in her ear

was of the dead,

but she wouldn’t fear,

her pretty face was already hard with death,

and she moved slowly as if to catch her breath,

her love for a young man

was like that of Romeo and Juliet,

she knew she loved him when their eyes met,

but there families would fight,

losing the very sight,

and her body would lay quietly,

in the still of that haunting night,

beside her lay a very pretty hat, red felt,

with matching shoes and a belt,

sadness would coat,

as blood would drip slowly

on her thin, white throat,

she fought back more tears,

or at least she did her best,

as her hands were folded peacefully

on her breast.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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LaThing 4 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Awww...... Such a sad story, full of heartrending feelings and what a portrait you have painted! Voting up and Sharing....

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lovedoctor926 4 years ago

you paint a vivid imagery with your words. Her wound is so deep. her heart is so broken. I can feel her pain. good work Frank

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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you so much Lathing and Marlene for checking this poem out bless you both :) Frank

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Valleypoet 4 years ago

A great write Frank...haunting, sad and romantic, all molded together very neatly...:-))

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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Valleypoet :)

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Diane Woodson 4 years ago from Evansville, Indiana

Poignant sad and appreciated.

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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Diane Woodson

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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

This may be the only type of love that I never understood. The pact to kill themselves thing. I guess I was never the type. I am more of the take a bullet for you type. I will die to save a life but I am not going to die for no good reason. I guess I do not qualify as a romantic... :)

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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

oh yeah that's very romantic to take a bullet.. so you qualify bigtime!

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