Author: Carrie Page

Writer, Blogger, Published Poet, Student of Life, Free Spirit, Dreamer

The Sinner’s Funeral

An old floor creaks,
No one cries,
In the casket
A stranger lies.

A fetid odor
Hangs within,
A former life
Wrought with sin.

A cold hand,
Stiff and white,
Staged expression,
A ghastly sight.

Dressed in black,
An empty look.
A sinner’s life
Someone took.

Sunset Daydream

Today I witness Love
Radiant for all to view
Manifested as a sunset;
I’m filled with thoughts of you.

The sun hides mischievously.
Its luminous kisses remain
Gracing the world with colors
Only Mother Earth has named.

Celestial orb shines full,
Floating above the horizon.
I doubt such majesty
Will ever befall my eyes again.

In a sea of brilliant pink
The moon dances playfully.
Stunning is its hazy glow,
When suddenly it occurs to me…

A dazzling canvas of color
Stretches across the realm,
But there is a constant presence
That outshines all of them.

It is the electric color
Of a newborn child’s eyes.
It’s the color of the tears
A tropical ocean cries.

Safely upon his shoulders
All other colors stand.
He lifts them toward the heavens
With a gentle loving hand.

So marvelous, yet so familiar,
I know this patient blue.
Out of nowhere a warm embrace,
In a sunset I have found you.

Then completely the sun descends
And darkness claims the sky.
Your touch it fades until it’s gone
And again you say goodbye.

My Muse

Eyes locked in trance
Palm to cheek,
Intoxicating scent
Knees go weak.

Pulled in close
Velvet lips to mine,
Gently first
Rough with time.

Tugging hair
Heaving chest,
Traveling kisses
Toward my breast.

Desperate hands
Grasp with need,
Tearing garments
With lusty greed.

Joined together
Ravenous embrace,
Moving as one
Face to face.

Awakened, inspired
Delightful bliss,
He is my muse
and I am his.

‘Til Death Do Us Part

The lights of an oncoming truck slammed against the windshield with blinding force. Todd Gibson was instantly robbed of his vision. Being unable to see the winding road ahead of him, Todd fought to keep the tires on the pavement. The unfamiliar turns and rocky terrain were too much. In a moment of panic he grasped his sleeping bride by her arm, “Jen!” Jennifer woke with a start as their car plummeted down a steep, rocky ravine. In an instant, it was over.

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Despairingly, Jennifer turned toward her new husband. She knew immediately that his life had fled him. “No!” she choked, “No Todd, it’s not fair…” she heard her own voice fade into merely a whisper. It had only been a few hours since Jennifer and Todd’s honeymoon began. Struggling to remain conscious, her mind wandered to the beautiful day prior. The day Jennifer and Todd had taken their vows and become man and wife. Now, “until death do us part”, had in reality, been only a matter of moments. She thought back just a few hours earlier as they were to begin their trip to the mountains. Todd opened the door to their SUV for her and lightheartedly said, “Mrs. Gibson, your chariot awaits”.

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With all of the energy she could gather, Jennifer reached out and feebly grasped Todd’s hand. She tried to find some sense in what had just happened, but her mind was becoming unclear, and an eerie darkness closed in around her…

Jennifer found herself alone in a strange, ominous world. Ahead of her was only more of the same cold blackness, but from behind her, Jennifer felt a comforting warmth. She turned toward the source of the heat to see a brilliant blue light. Inside of this majestic glow was the hazy shadow of a man. She was sure it was God. Knowing she would find comfort and safety with Him, Jennifer started toward the silhouette. The shadow became clearer as she drew closer. The figure offered his hand as if to beckon her, guide her to him. However, from deep within the darkness, Jennifer began to hear voices…

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They were mere whispers at first, but gradually they grew stronger. She recognized these voices. They were those of family, friends, her loved ones. Again she turned toward the inviting light; the shadowy figure grew closer still. As she turned back once more to the haunting darkness, the voices of her loved ones were unmistakable. Jennifer longed desperately to run to them, to mourn her loss with them, to let them comfort her. Still something in the light held her there. Finally, as she stared once more into the welcoming illumination, she knew what it was. The shadowy figure wasn’t God; it was her husband. It was Todd. Jennifer realized now that there was life in the darkness and death in the light.

Instantaneously the light dimmed, and the voices faded. It was time for Jennifer to make a choice or risk being trapped in this dark abyss for an eternity. She wanted so terribly to be with her loved ones, but losing Todd forever was more than she could bear.

Jennifer Gibson died at 11:37 p.m., on the evening of June 22, 2013.

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Silence

It is the blindness of our ears.
It is the basis for our fears.
It’s what you hear when no one’s there.
It’s that non-existent shriek of terror.

It screams aloud without a sound.
It’s voices heard when no one’s ‘round.
It is what is said in a lover’s scorn.
It’s the final warning before the storm.

It’s the noise you hear; the bump in the night.
It will make a child shake with fright.
It is a haven for all the crazed.
It’s where voices speak, reality’s hazed.

It is a terror this immortal silence.
‘Tis more deadly than is violence.
It is in death that she triumphs.
She’s a victor known as Silence.