Tumble into Oblivion

For Gayle, a dear friend lost to drugs.

 

In the thickness of fog she had no beginning or end,

     only a humbled bubble, she twirled,

 round and soft.

      At the edges of her vision,

           a ghost; dismal and dull.

Then came the jingling of a bell:

        an angel, she thought, warning of hell.

 

Curiosity overcame her fear

as she stood up to peer into solid grayness toward the sound

where suddenly in front of her a hound bent on some cause,

self-sent or spirit-led,

stopped for one moment to raise his head

                as if he understood the trip she travelled on.

     With tags jingling, he left, heading toward silent oblivion,

                everything, again full of emptiness,

                               she was gone, dear sister-friend, tumbling into nothingness.

 

Reviews

[KUFU]

I loved this poem! It was exciting!

NICE!

[Gandré]

now you wrote a tale in a poem, and as always your rhyming is perfect. I thought I liked its sadness... wonderful. lara also thanks for your submission to my contest.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I think there are underlying meanings in this piece that aren't fully explored on the page. I am wondering if this is just a morning jog in the fog or something else, interesting and eerily intriguing.

[Alyssa Dufresne]

Damn... just, damn.

Just the poem itself - the imagery alone makes this a great poem.

Jus' wow. Great job.