words eminating
from sandy shells
it’s not music you say
just noise drowned out
by vultures and gulls
on an enormous rock
she sits
staring into space
only the stars she cannot
see
the melody is heard
as she gracefully
sways to the calming
chimes
the ones she has heard many times
before
”rescue me”
she whispers
the chopper hovers over her
though by no surprise
she refuses
to lift her delicate
face
it’s too late
all is sealed
in a time capsule
only to be reopened
in kingdom come
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Victoria C. Slotto
February 27, 2013 at 12:42 am
Incredibly powerful write, chanzi. I like how you begin with the second person and then continue in the 3rd. You’ve created a haunting mood, here.
chanzibrenner
February 27, 2013 at 12:45 am
woww thank you so much! means alot!!
bmiller007 (@bmiller007)
February 27, 2013 at 12:59 am
interesting…almost like a scene from a movie…the chopper hovering…interesting as well the change from rescue me to not even looking up…it was not them she was talking to….cool…
chanzibrenner
February 27, 2013 at 1:03 am
thanks! ”reality and fantasy are so close but they never do touch”
indieflower
February 27, 2013 at 4:33 am
I am a huge fan of the Hunger Games, so your background was such a treat. I like your last stanza the best. Oh, and “surprise” is misspelled.
chanzibrenner
February 27, 2013 at 4:37 am
thanks so much for that correction- truth is I was half asleep when i wrote this! (still half a sleep 😉 and yes hunger games is awesome 🙂
Beth Winter
March 2, 2013 at 3:35 am
(Love Hunger Games) I was rooting for rescue from the moment you brought in the choppers. Well written.
chanzibrenner
March 2, 2013 at 10:01 am
Thank you!!