Death
A demon
Heartless killer
Relentless pursuit
Across frozen wasteland
Cruel eyes seeking my essence
Looks for my warmth on frigid plane
Follows my foot prints across the snow
I don’t dare turn to see how near he is
Not much further and I will find shelter
I approach a bunker full of friends
No fears can follow me in there
Helping hands reach out for me
A place out of harms way
A place of comfort
I have escaped
No more fear
Secure
Home
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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Cold” and “Safe“. This week I chose an Etheree, well technically a Double Etheree.
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Note – Fiyero (my boxer) resents my insinuation that he is a coldblooded killer ;) Yes, that is him up there chasing his “sister” Idina through the snow….
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I would be scared to turn too, just run for life. Great poem, Trent!
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Thanks, Miriam. It should have been a Halloween one.
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Haha, year round Halloween!
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yes. I have an October 31 birthday, so I like the idea ;)
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Oh, Halloween baby. No wonder, the mystery is in your genes. :-)
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Yep, that’s it. I have a built in excuse ;)
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I know, you have it made. :-)
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Scary!! 😁
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A little dark…
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A double etheree and a double tough challenge!
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I love the challenge, and this one was fun :)
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wonderful! <3
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Thanks, Penny!
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Your dogs are fab… I wondered about the cold-blooded killer insinuation too! This double Etheree reads like a thriller or a dystopian thriller… hmmm… interesting concept – dystopian poetry. LOL! Well done, Trent! <3
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Before I wrote the first word I had the idea of making a little story, I guess that story was a bit dystopian, wasn’t it ;) And Fiery has forgiven me… Looking through pictures real quick while I was at work this was the first one that was at all fitting that came up, so the poor puppies became monsters :)
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Fiery really looks ferocious! Something tells me that he’s not. :D
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Fiyero does look ferocious in this photo, but, no, he isn’t. It is so funny watching the two dogs play, because they look so mean, and they growl and gnash their teeth and all, but they aren’t really biting – I can stick my hand in the middle without fear.
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My two Pomeranians played like that too. I always called them my big-little dogs! ❤️
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I can imagine them. Little dogs often think they are big dogs :)
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It’s hard when they get old Trent. I still miss them every day.
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I’m sure. It is also hard if they don’t get old – we lost our last two boxers at 4 and 5. Far too young.
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Oh, that is so sad. I’m sorry for your loss. You totally know what I’m talking about then. <3
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Yes, I do. But Idina and Fiyero (the two pups in this photo) are still around, so I am happy to have furry children :)
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That’s wonderful! 🐕
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A great poem, Trent.
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Thanks, Robbie!
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