This is a lyrical poem about writing a murder mystery story. Pushing the creative mind to develop a story with the proper twists. Hope you enjoy.
Making Of A Murder Mystery
Finally, ability to free my ability to write with agility, special place, humility
Confidence confounding; culpability astounding, exercising in futility
Working out in tranquility, tranquil environment that is meant for my soul
What stories are untold? What characters are youthfully old, what is given, what is sold?
“What temperature does the turkey cook?” Said the wife to the mother.
“How long until summer?” said the son to the dad, both missing his brother
Dark is the sight. Terrible wind like sinful delight blowing from the south tonight.
The figure was shadowed by the light, moving like a mouth in fright.
Shuttered like the shutters captured timeless like developed shutters
Nothing mutters pain like the wane of a tear when the cry utters
Dreary cause, sedated and placated, lost… alone and vibrated
Temporal, cerebral hesitated in verbal libations that he created
His eyes closed for demise like the minds of the opposing side.
Lost in confidence, political mind didn’t see he was about to die.
Officer feared for his life, let one squeeze according to his sworn rights.
The dull glow from under light showed a 14 year old with a butter knife.
“No, No NO, it needs to be more creative”, said the canvas to the artist.
Painting melodies with fingers was the hardest part of being a guitarist
Images danced of war and romanced the horror that I try to underscore
Underlined in time and highlighted more ‘til the importance was ignored
Then the twist, the ending bliss. You ever know a daughter even exist?
He grabbed her wrist, she cracked his ribs. Unexpected and reckless
No wait… I got this… Suddenly she shot this with a shotgun smile, killed it, then daughter exits…
Now the explosion hits, her father’s death is the twist…She caused it…
Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts below.