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Author Name: PremiumMLAllen 14 Comments
Date Added: July 13, 2007 11:07:26 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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She moves through the night
silent as the fog.
Like the fog, she goes
whichever way the wind blows.
The night is cold.
These streets are strange.
She has not yet found her way home.

If she brushes you as she passes, 
you pull your cloak closer,
glance over your shoulder,
and hurry your step.
Inside by the fire, 
your teeth still chatter.
Your shaking hands spill the dram
you need to quiet your insides.
Perhaps you'll utter a small prayer for her.
Your chill is nothing like the cold she feels.
Never have you known the loneliness she knows.
You have never been so lost as she,
nor so confused. 
She does not yet know she is dead.
She has not yet found her way home.

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Comment By: PremiumGlata on April 6, 2010 07:57:31 AM Report
I am really glad you submitted this for Featured! This is outstanding, and I offer my heartiest Congrats!

Hugs to ya...


Comment By: Freenoah count on April 5, 2010 10:00:18 PM Report
This is compelling, eerie, and very good.  Why call it prose?
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on April 5, 2010 08:34:43 AM Report
Mary Lou:  super congratulations for this superb write getting the Feature Poem Award.  I don't know how I missed it earlier.  It is so moving and shivery.  


Lady D

Comment By: FreeAndrew on April 5, 2010 08:01:35 AM Report
Mary Lou, it's never a surprise to see "award winner" attached to one of your works.  Congratulations on this powerful work.
Comment By: PremiumLinda Jo on April 4, 2010 11:20:52 PM Report
MaryLou, congratulations! on the feature award...chilling entry.  you make us think...and feel the dread.
Comment By: FreeAmy on April 4, 2010 11:17:17 PM Report
Congrats on the Feature, Mary Lou... most deserved. This is a little darker than most of the stuff I have read of yours and while I don't lean towards the darker stuff  by preference, I really enjoyed this one. I don't know if I "got" it or not (especially after reading the others comments) but I took it literally. That "she" is a spirit roaming earth, perhaps lost and searching for entrance to heaven. Enjoyed.
Comment By: FreeAmber P on July 22, 2007 05:05:48 PM Report
hmm...  a little creepy.  i must say, i like it.  great one.

p.s...  thanks for commenting mine!

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on July 18, 2007 05:45:05 PM Report
OMG fantastic! and yet another of yours into favs. I should have known that you usdually have a sting in the tale and this was quite simply superb!


You captured the cold dread and terror SO completely but then you always enable the reader to reach stright into the no other.


Ali x 

Comment By: FreeChuck on July 17, 2007 11:49:48 PM Report

This is great...I enjoyed it.  I really like the how the whole thing went down...she's silent, she's moving, she's lost, she's dead, she's never home... who is this girl?...could be any of us at some point in time...fine work here.

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on July 15, 2007 03:56:54 PM Report
Haunting is the word, cuz...*SHIVER* The images are dark and disturbing...LOvely to see you again, my friend...len
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 14, 2007 06:47:00 AM Report
Mary Lou,

 How this moves in the shadows of ones mind... I feel this so much.. A woman lost in the night can't find her way home..just a dead soul existing in the dead of silence.. Awesome poem.. I t reminds me of some one I know!!
. ~ She Whispers

Comment By: Freeb doneff on July 13, 2007 08:27:09 PM Report
This made me wonder if the girl is really dead, or so homeless and heartless she may as well be. Chilled is a great descriptive word here, and it IS carried throughout. Made me think about some of the sights I have seen, and ponder the plights of those less fortunate than me.  Dead or alive, may be close to one and the same for some I think..great work ML,

Comment By: FreeRin Marie on July 13, 2007 02:26:31 PM Report
This is a brilliant and ghastly sad poem Mary Lou.  I can't help but add it to my collection of favorites- it is so descriptive and full of emotion. Wonderful write.


Love, Rin

Comment By: FreePaul Peter McLean on July 13, 2007 02:20:45 PM Report

Great work Mary Lou. The poem brought almost as much of a chill as did the woman who is the subject of it. You are very good at setting a mood and sustaining it throughout the work. Well done.


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