Monday, October 4, 2010
Creative Writing Group....Fall Session
Well I signed up again to join the Evelyn Taylor Creative Writing Group that meets once a week on Monday. Evelyn assigns us the topic the week before and we write and essay, poem...or whatever we want that encompasses the topic of the week. This weeks topic is "When The Lights Went Out" and here is my poem for all of you to enjoy.
Amanda Taylor – October 4, 2010
When The Lights Went Out
Breathe in the cool mountain air
Brilliant sunlight warming my face
Spectacular view on top of this mountain
What path shall I take to get down.
One turn and then two
Movement is halted abruptly
The wind is knocked out of my lungs
As I hit the compacted mound of snow.
Sliding, sliding, ever faster headlong
Can’t get my feet turned around
Struggling, panicing, heart racing
Ever increasing sound of speed in my ears.
The trees are looming directly ahead
My mind grasps the consequences
I stop struggling and give in
Suddenly the lights went out.
Sensation of floating in the darkness
No pain, no sight, no smells
Time stood completely still…floating
A looming face becomes clear as I open my eyes.
My mind races to understand
I know my name, place, and date
I can feel my feet and my hands
The miracle of life is back inside of me.
Amanda Taylor – October 4, 2010
When The Lights Went Out
Breathe in the cool mountain air
Brilliant sunlight warming my face
Spectacular view on top of this mountain
What path shall I take to get down.
One turn and then two
Movement is halted abruptly
The wind is knocked out of my lungs
As I hit the compacted mound of snow.
Sliding, sliding, ever faster headlong
Can’t get my feet turned around
Struggling, panicing, heart racing
Ever increasing sound of speed in my ears.
The trees are looming directly ahead
My mind grasps the consequences
I stop struggling and give in
Suddenly the lights went out.
Sensation of floating in the darkness
No pain, no sight, no smells
Time stood completely still…floating
A looming face becomes clear as I open my eyes.
My mind races to understand
I know my name, place, and date
I can feel my feet and my hands
The miracle of life is back inside of me.
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