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Clouding In Frigid Air

Updated on February 6, 2015

The Chase...




The chase became a foot race,

the murderer could escape,

the detective’s breath

was clouding in the frigid air,

his heart was pounding

during these hours of despair,

his mind didn’t want to quit,

but his body would shout,

and his ass wanted to sit,

he suffered from fatigue and doubt,

it would be a cold case

lost on the shelf,

as the chase,

had become a world unto itself,

almost like spinning

in an orbit of its own,

with many chances to capture him,

blown,

and without the murderer,

all the victims’ names

would stumble toward oblivion,

it’s part of the crime games,

he scanned the street

saw a hooker bending toward an

old man’s feet,

he had the impulse to shake the girl,

because she ignored him,

even though she realized he was a cop,

but he hadn’t the time to stop,

he begged for God’s help,

God’s grace,

as he continued on the never

ending chase.

© 2012 Frank Atanacio

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      Tim Mitchell 5 years ago from Escondido, CA

      Hello Frank. Awesome poem. Seeing the score of 55 I was drawn, a touch of the mysticism of the past. There is much to contrast within the words you share. The use of simile offers the reader an opportunity to attribute almost anything to become the antagonist while the plight of the protagonist trudges further into the mystery of just who is that antagonist. Well done, I like, and thank you . . .

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      tsmog what a detailed comment LOL thank you

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      Susan Zutautas 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      I'd make a lousy cop as I hate running for longer than five minutes :)

      Great poem!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      LOL funny susan.. im glad you read the chase :)

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      time2rite 5 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

      Frank, how you do it, I'll never know! Awesome poem as always. I could feel the burn of my muscles and the cold air stinging my lungs as I put myself in the cop's shoes for the chase. Great detail and story in a short time span: awesome!

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Frank, great poem I would never have made a policeman as I can't run for very long.I guess you would have to in the gym to get hired.

      Voted up and awesome. Have a great weekend, Joyce.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      time2rite thank you so much and writer20 bless you.. bless you both :)

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 5 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Frank, I love the way you kept up the momentum to the very end, and what a brilliant story. Well done.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Frank I love this poem so intriguing.. great story line..

      voted up

      Debbie

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      P. Thorpe Christiansen 5 years ago from Pacific Northwest, USA

      "as the chase, had become a world unto itself,"

      What a perfect description of what it must be like to be cop in today's world. The never ending chase like running a race and they keep moving the finish line. Their work is never done. Thank you Frank, you've done it again!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Reminded me of all those cop movies where the chase seems never ending.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      tobusiness thanks you for stopping by.. Our Ms Brooks.. just so wonderful to have you imprinted on my page.. bless you.. duffsmom thank you for coming around and Gypsy thanks so much too :) well bless you all Frank

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      You create cinematic experiences with your poems my friend!

      Brilliant

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Rahul

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      Richard Ricky Hale 5 years ago from West Virginia

      Another awesome poem Frank. Such a detailed writer. The detail that you write in always captures me, line to line, word to word. I always have a clear image when I read your poetry Frank. Mad talent:)

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      Sueswan 5 years ago

      Hi Frank,

      "the detective’s breath

      was clouding in the frigid air,

      his heart was pounding

      during these hours of despair,

      his mind didn’t want to quit,

      but his body would shout,

      and his ass wanted to sit"

      Amazing imagery. My heart was pounding as I was running along with him.

      Voted up and away.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks the lyricwriter bless you bro.. and Sue.. you are too cool :)

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      ttombs you are being too kind LOL bless you :) Frank

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      raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      well crafted Master story teller...

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much raci :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      what?

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      You never, ever disappoint! My lungs were getting tired thinking of all that running. Not like the tv shows where they run for less than a minute and catch the guy, but more like reality where the chase goes on and on.

      Voted all but funny my friend. Reality in poetry.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much Til for checking out my frigid air

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