Day: 2011/05/01

a hidden seed

a seed once hidden
now planted, being nurtured
and watered daily

2011-05-01 10:48 p.m.
P. Wanken

written for Poetic Bloomings prompt:  seed




aching from loss
vision blurred by thirst for revenge
blood, thrumming in his ears

in animated whispers
he wonders aloud,
to no one in particular:

Did they train us for this?

surrounded on the hillsides
he begins scribbling words
he hopes will sustain her:

You are resilient…

2011-05-01 9:50 p.m.
P. Wanken

written for Sunday Whirl prompt 2011-05-01