Death on a Cold Winter Day

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Death on a cold winter day

Swirling winds carry the news

A body lain on hardened ground

Plummeting temperatures

Nightfall earlier than the last

Sharp blasts cut to the bone

Snow accumulates in corners

The blanket of darkness covering

Yet silence permeates everything

Except for the cry of the owl

And the clatter of branches

Bared of leaves and brittle

They dance and shake knowingly

Powdery flakes cannot muffle

The wildness of a coming storm

Icicles hang like bared fangs

Patient, but tenuous at best

Hungering for consumption

And still the frozen body remains

Tattered clothing nondescript

Heavy shoes, hat and gloves

Not a victim of the weather

Trousers creased and clean

Jacket nearly perfect

Except for the red spots between

And the bullet holes of course

In the chest they number five

Obviously why no longer alive

This man without identification

Silently waiting and freezing

Killed without provocation

The body nothing more than a shell

Blood gone from red to brown

Nary a weapon to be found

Footprints few and far between

Leave no image of events

Murder in the frozen heights

Tomorrow’s headlines maybe

Investigations underway

No one sure on what they’ll say

Executed, but by whom

This unknown man the only clue

Snow continues to fall and blow

Passer Byes just a lonely few

Their eyes downcast

Hardly notice as they pass

The body lain on hardened ground

Death awaits without a sound…

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

5 thoughts on “Death on a Cold Winter Day

  • November 15, 2016 at 3:57 PM
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    A great piece Ralph, with a poignant impact. Love the style, almost a staccato of sharp stabbing phrases which adds to the power of the piece. great work my friend.

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  • November 15, 2016 at 11:08 PM
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    Our society has turned so violent. How many homeless succumb to a violent death or from the elements. Sad but well written piece.

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  • November 17, 2016 at 11:56 PM
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    A real poetic who dunnit. Gave me the shivers just to think and the imagery of a spot of red on the snow.

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  • February 27, 2017 at 11:20 AM
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    Thanks to all for the feedback – Poetry Noir just might be the next big thing !

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