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


    1. Thanks, Pamela! I was thinking: “ahh…May 1st…I don’t HAVE to write a poem today…”

      And then I thought: “AAAHHH!!! Where’s my NaPoWriMo fix!?!”

      I was away most of the day but by the time I finally came back to my computer and saw Brenda’s prompt…and the new prompt site called Poetic Bloomings….I thought: “ahh…I have TWO poems to write!”

      This was the first one.

      Thanks for stopping by…I look forward to criss-crossing paths with you as we continue to write well beyond April!



  1. Paula, this is great. So compact, but haunting. You evoke so much in this one. That ending really packs a punch. That he would be thinking of her and not himself really gets me. An excellent take on those wordle words.



    1. b_y: Thanks for stopping by and for your comment. I’ve been working on trying to make few words say more than what the letters on the page represent. I hope you’ll stop back another day! 🙂 ~Paula


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