Day: 2013/03/25

Yesterday’s Wound



She stirred
ever so slightly
next to me.

My stillness
disguised as sleep,
and my mind raced.

It doesn’t take much
to jar memories;
in a hurry I am

across the world
in a foreign country
surrounded by sand.

The forgotten sound
of the whispered breeze
through the tree

that was to be my shelter,
is now the whispered sigh
of my sleeping bride.

P. Wanken


Inspired by The Sunday Whirl #101: disguised, forgotten, country, hurry, tree, wound, mind, sand, stirred, jar, across, and yesterday. Posted for day 22 in 100 Days of Spring – 2013.