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The Soul Freezes

Updated on February 4, 2015

Flash Tales 7

Through the unmarked graves

where the weeds were overgrown,

sinful souls were trapped like slaves,

demon masters shown,

they beat down upon bodies

that had no warmth of their own,

even in Hell’s heat, the soul freezes,

and the graveyard breezes

gathered strength,

mounds of intertwined spirits

grew too deep,

the graveyard was steep,

the devil’s pace quickened,

and lost souls followed like sheep,

death and darkness reached its peak,

the devil’s legs and sandal laces were streaked

with the olive color of drying gore,

everything seemed so final,

for Mankind, hope was no more,

as their sins grew and the evil would soar.

© 2015 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      im missed checking you out too

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      Lissette 2 years ago from Central Florida

      I've missed reading you.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Queen

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      Elizabeth Rivera 2 years ago from Bronx NY

      Nice poem... I like...

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      winged thank you so much ... I enjoy your visits :)

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      William Thomas 2 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      I'll be thinking about this one too, Frank. I'll be coming back and rereading it and thinking about it. I feel like another title for this verse could be something like "Devil's Harvest."

      I feel like the Devil himself is coming to collect his harvest of souls. Its as if you were fictionalizing the damnation process. Satan and his company come for the evil, whose souls are trapped in the soil, for some reason.

      And yet, strangely enough, I find myself thinking about the Hades myth concerning Persephone, who has to spend six months below with Hades and then gets to spend six months on land with her mother. Her six months with Hades bring the cold weather; and the sunshine returns when she is reunited with her mother up top.

      But that's probably not it. As I say, I will be thinking about it.

      Take it easy. :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Deergha for reading and commenting.. bless you

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      deergha 2 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

      Very intensely nerve-jangling to be honest my friend, Frank. Whenever I read your poems, your words take me to entirely different land ....dark, gloomy, yet so alluring...kind of I can never leave half read. May be we all carry a darker side within us. In short dark way you always enthrall your readers with a story very deep, which you can only do. Hats off once again.

      Hope you are good.

      Take care ...shared and votes up.

      Deergha

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Peggy

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      Peggy Woods 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Others have already described this as "dark and foreboding" and I would add that this mental visual should lead people to want to lead better lives so as to avoid this chilling ending. You certainly paint vivid mental images with your descriptive words!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much Examiner

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      The Examiner-1 2 years ago

      I would not want to be in that verse Frank. I could almost feel the coldness. I voted it up and FB it.

      Kevin

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you phdast7

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      Theresa Ast 2 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Usually dark, always atmospheric. Good work. Hope all is well with you. :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Flourishanyway :)

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      FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

      Fantastic, Frank. No warmth of their own -- great description.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you genna east and happy new year :)

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      Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      "As their sins grew, the evil would soar..." Wow! This is powerful poetry, Frank. Voted up and much more.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Sara :)

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      Sara Sarwar Riaz 2 years ago from Michigan, USA

      I am mesmerized by your work. You have a beautiful way with words.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Anna good seeing you again

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Beautifully dark and atmospheric.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      tillsonititan always good seeing you my friend Happy New Year and thanks for reading me soul

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      So that's where the spirits come from that haunt cemeteries? As always beautifully done. You know I love chilling, just not in my weather.

      Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you my dear frozen one... hope the chill ends quick... but your heart Im sure is warm enough to heat the area..:) Bless you dear friend

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, wow, Frank ... so cool is this one! Great title and imagery too. There are so many great lines here in this one. I guess I have said "great" enough, but it is ... brilliant.

      We are in a deep freeze down here in the Deep South right now, and your poem just adds to the bone-chilling atmosphere you have created in your words.

      Up awesome and interesting, tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

      Try to stay warm ... think warm thoughts : )

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Christine bless you and Blossoms thanks and bless you too Happy New Year to you guys

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A dark warning for all - well written!

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      christinemariezzz 2 years ago

      ...mounds of intertwined spirits grew too deep... Frank, I like that. I think of a long taproot over extended in an unfit container, such as a trsnsplanted Leek seed; perhaps a weird analogy~ but the wonders of the soil I think have a lot of comparative interplay with the growth of a soul...."the graveyard was steep..." "olive color of dieing gore..." The truths found in this entry are clearly understood on this hubtomb...well done!

      ~christinemarie

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks smilealot coming from you that's a great compliment because you know poetry.. Clive thanks for the visit.... Frank

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      Clive Williams 2 years ago from Nibiru

      The Graveyard, my own backyard. Nice

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      Smilealot 2 years ago

      Dark, atmospheric and well written..voted awesome..thanks Frank:-))

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much, eric, billybuc, always exploring and MsDora for checking out my soul

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      I'd wake up screaming if this were a dream. Couldn't be painted any darker. Phenomenal!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Frank, this was great! I love your dark poetic words. Shared on Twitter.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      John grabbed my thunder. As soon as I finished two words popped in my head...dark and foreboding...oops, that's three. :) Well, whatever....it's nicely done.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Why does the name Dante pop into my mind. Excellent piece here, thank you for sharing it with us.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      good eye Jodah.. this was the tear-away from spirits sat as mourners.. wow very good eye

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Hi Frank , another dark foreboding poem here..reminds me a little of "Spirits Sat as Mourners", which proved very very popular. Good work once again.