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the snowflakes echo

Updated on February 13, 2013


Opening scene - The Intention
Cue the sound

The sun is rising
in bright yellow canary
the clouds pink every color of blue that escaped the magic marker
the Wind blows
the rustling of leaves
lets you know where she's been

Golden fields sway in her dance
nature provides the soundtrack
keeping beat to the woodpeckers drum
singing along to the mockingbirds song
green grass gives way to fragrant valleys and flower adorned hills
where bumble bees give the best directions
suddenly a trail emerges from the dark emerald forest
like a cave rolling out its tongue

A fork in the road - Scene 2

a pile of rotted acorns lies beside broken eggs
scattered twigs, vine and threat
sitting on the ground
empty shotgun shells all around
the trees fade to barn red
the rooster crows
as little pigs become strips of bacon

A broken compass -
The silence of the muse swung the pendulum swing

the Spanish flag waved her accent
across barbed wired walls
and Washington laws
until they found the american dream
was just that
a circular path called the same mistake coiled upon itself like a hissing snake
biting all that follow its fairy tale

Somewhere in scene 4 - Lost

The piano played soft
but the notes couldn't speak
she stared at the sun
for much too long
looking for herself
she left us all behind

The last scene

There's an empty space inside the place where salt water softly licks the muddy piano keys
an empty shadow from fake crayola crayons disturb the memories ripple
inside the blackhole is where every scream is born
when winters thorn pierces the rainbows heart the color of blood turns clear
and all that remains are the broken stained windows of lost souls

Keep rolling -
and as they cry for help
an invisible hand sweeps the fog and mist
the monster called Black puts the stars to sleep
and the only light left, rests upon a dusty old shelf
the tiny piece of your heart
that you had forgotten about

Ending Credits

Made in America
wooden gavels of artificial oak
rained steel judgment hourglasses
filled with prison time
in Libra's hand
the law became heavier than any god
she closed her eyes
with the passing of gold
Justice wept behind the scenes
as darkness pulled the strings
a world of make believe
plays in front of our eyes

The evidence for Winter's murder
lies inside the open



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    • SiberianWolf profile image

      Eric T. Shortridge 5 years ago from MidWest

      Thanks so very much Wayne... really appreciate that, Hope to make my way you reading your work very soon~ Peace

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      Wayne Barrett 5 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      "she started at the sun for much too long looking for herself she left us all behind."

      I really like your style. Keep up the great work. Sharing

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      Eric T. Shortridge 5 years ago from MidWest

      thanks so much Gypsy... always blessed to find you here :O) Yeah, I hear you on this bitter cold... just not made for it... i guess we'll all be furry and fluffy if we were meant for cold weather :) or maybe hibernation perhaps :) Hope you're staying warm this winter morning :)

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      Eric T. Shortridge 5 years ago from MidWest

      hey Faith.. thanks so very much! yeah a bit different... for me it represents like a trailer for a movie... where you only see certain portions or clips of the film... and at the end, it looks like a good movie, even though you may not have a clue what it's about :) thank U again!!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Sure hope that in the wake of winter's demise spring comes quickly. Loved this. Passing it on.

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      Faith Reaper 5 years ago from southern USA

      Stunning poetry here. Love how you make it into a screenplay type poem with the opening scene and scenes that follow, and finally with the dramatic Ending Credits! Clever title too.

      Voted up ++++ and sharing.

      God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper