Prophets walk
across cement
in morning sun
across cement
in morning sun
Memories of
crawling things
left rusty scars
Tender notes
swept torments
from my mind
for Sunday whirl: torments, swept, tender, notes, walk, prophets, crawling, cement, sun, morning, scars, rusty
Nicely done but liked the first one the best...a healing touch!!
ReplyDeleteSimple and quite beautiful! I really like this. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood job with the wordle Belle! Very mysterious and Bellesque! I like it a lot.
ReplyDeleteThe interesting title drags one right in. Succinctly written.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Belle! You could even reverse the first and third stanzas and end the poem on the first stanza's hopeful note, if you were so inclined.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. Traci, I like your suggestion very much, it's done.
ReplyDeleteWillow, this is beautifully written. I love thinking about those prophets walking across cement in the morning sun!
ReplyDeleteLove the Zen-like compactness of this and the structure. The last stanza is especially beautiful.
ReplyDeletetight and evocative. I like "rusty scars" and love the serene beauty of the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteI like the ending on this one much better..happy ending. :) You are good at these wordles.
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