^Psychic^

Psychic

Views
visions
of slayings
violence, death
bloodied knifed corpses
she sees it with her mind's
eye of a tragedy, yet
to unfold. A Psychic witness
to weird murders; sensitive always
with eyes on the threshold of tragedies

 

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

wonderfully done...as someone whose worst dreams sometimes fortell of tragedy I can relate...which is why when I got to the last line...I was sure it was going to end "on the threshold of madness". Was relieved to see tragedies there which may sound odd, but it gives me hope for my own sanity. awesome job.

laura

[Pema Dorje]

'eyes on' is the writers life! We are witness and scribe and we linger in wonder and imbibe all sensations to make designations of our simple life a story of our sensitivity ... write on Fran!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Well done - must be a horrific talent on many occasions. Nice formatting as well. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Spoken]

It's a gift and a curse to have such intonement with all things. I enjoyed the uniqueness of this topic and your words take us to another place to contemplate walking in another's shoes. Something we do not do enough. Well done!

[Lydia Shutter]

Chilling words, Fran! When psychics help in police investigations, I often wonder how terrified they must be by the visions they have. Well written. lydia

[C.m.v]

Wow, this is awesome...and it's about one of my favorite subjects! I love the font....this is wonderful!

[Carrie Montgomery]

dark...reminded me of a song I heard when I was a child . I THINK it was cher..."dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one..." anyway this is yet another great write by you...HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE THANKSGIVING!

[Papillion]

A nice piece...with a great picture.....:)

~O~

[Chiquita]

I am glad it is not me. It must be so difficult to live with such an intrusion of thoughts. Your format lends a nice touch. To me it shows something building up or becoming larger.

[Thoughts]

This is what a psychic thinks always.............there is only one word to explain this poem...........It's simply superb.

[Robert Luna]

As shadows flow in a lost time and space
the world around can never see their faces
It is in this depth of this unknown
that my sight cast a skipping stone
Trying to guide them home

I love the subject and the way in which you wrote this. I know the truth of what lies in the shadows and those things others wish to not see. So this piece speaks personally to me.


WellDone!!!!