05-09-2017, 08:01 AM
First Edit:
Wandering
The winter night
for her
seems sunny and warm,
“Are we almost there?”
asks the girl;
her hands shivering,
trembling,
awaiting a touch
that will never come,
“We're almost there,”
answers the grandmother;
the blowing snow blinds her
like a searchlight,
so she starts to run,
“I should really go home now,”
says another man's wife;
the wind is loud like someone
shouting
after a lost person.
Her journey ends
just as her day turns into night,
or our night into day.
Her corpse
recovered like a stolen purse
that was emptied of its valuables.
Original:
Wandering
the winter night
for her
seems sunny and warm
“Are we almost there?”
asks the little girl
her hands shivering
trembling
awaiting a touch
that will never come
“We're almost there,”
answers the grandmother
the blowing snow blinds her
like a searchlight
so she starts to run
“I should really go home now,”
says another man's wife
the wind is loud like someone
shouting
after a lost person
her journey ends
just as her day turns into night
or our night into day-
her motionless body
a reminder of life
Wandering
The winter night
for her
seems sunny and warm,
“Are we almost there?”
asks the girl;
her hands shivering,
trembling,
awaiting a touch
that will never come,
“We're almost there,”
answers the grandmother;
the blowing snow blinds her
like a searchlight,
so she starts to run,
“I should really go home now,”
says another man's wife;
the wind is loud like someone
shouting
after a lost person.
Her journey ends
just as her day turns into night,
or our night into day.
Her corpse
recovered like a stolen purse
that was emptied of its valuables.
Original:
Wandering
the winter night
for her
seems sunny and warm
“Are we almost there?”
asks the little girl
her hands shivering
trembling
awaiting a touch
that will never come
“We're almost there,”
answers the grandmother
the blowing snow blinds her
like a searchlight
so she starts to run
“I should really go home now,”
says another man's wife
the wind is loud like someone
shouting
after a lost person
her journey ends
just as her day turns into night
or our night into day-
her motionless body
a reminder of life