Monday, October 8, 2012

No Prompt Poetry.....



The warm corpse lay still
But in the cool Autumn dusk...
Misty vapors danced!


10 comments:

the walking man said...

They do seem to mist more in the cold. Blade wounds more so than bullets.

manicddaily said...

Oh dear! No prompt is going to raise this guy. But this is actually a very intense poem and really poignant. Well done. k.

Shadow said...

that be the soul leaving...

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice visuals....and a neat trick that just dont get mesmerized when the sirens start...

Yvonne Osborne said...

Wow! Excellent haiku!

Vapors indeed dance, though your corpose never shall again.

How macabre.

The long lost Yvonne Osborne

Reggie said...

Is that a haiku?

izzy said...

MARVELOUS! :')

Secret Agent Woman said...

Ha! That's a rather grim haiku!

Teresa said...

That's what the highway looked like on the drive home today. We actually had rain! Of course, it wasn't near as sensual as your poem!

lime said...

yikes!