Wednesday, December 9, 2015

He had nightmares to no end

                                                                                                  Attribution: Dh1970
Image: Robbed of strength (here)

Sunday's Whirligig given words:
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares,
aubades (a song or poem of lovers parting at dawn)
calm curl, moonlight sun, dogs,  

Poets United Midweek Motif:
colors

3WW gicen words:
obituary placid resonant

Searching question he had always
wanted to ask
Reasons why he was impotent

Was he given to molest young
maidens that it had now gone placid
He had nightmares to no end
Karma had a hand in this
that you reaped what you sowed?

He could not understand it
Bade his aubades with pristine calmness
when she was still curled up in bed
in all instances
Traces of moonlight still visible
and the sun had yet to appear
Even the dogs outside remained quiet

Resonant with the tranquility
He tried to put colors into all of
his relationships to liven things up
Always her welfare uppermost

He remained confident that his
obituary later should reflect
his gentlemanly gentle soul
of a person but why made
him suffer now

'Beats me!' he lamented
in soliloquy sadness

MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #37
Thomg's 3WW week #457
Sumana's PU's Midweek Motif  -  colors

20 comments:

  1. Wow I love the tension in your verse Hank. The subject toils over his life, his death, and this woman ...
    (an aside - your are coloring in nightmares and Im coloring in dreams - curious)

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  2. very philosophical on the man's part.

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  3. What a tale you have spun with the given words. Ably told, Hank. You describe his outwardly gentlemanly exterior, the angst of his inner dialogue so well.

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  4. He suffers in silence and no one knows...

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  5. What a wonderful read Hank? Well done.
    Yvonne.

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  6. The battle within can sure be a hard one for many

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  7. yeah...how often the success comes after hardship....but later who see more than the result?

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  8. He does sound like a true gentleman!

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  9. An intriguing and beautiful poem Hank, plus I learned a new word "Aubades" meaning morning love song. We should definitely appreciate the good in life when we live it as one day sadness will surround us.

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  10. Good for you taking on these archaic words.


    Warm ALOHA,
    ComfortSpiral

    (\__/)
    (='.'=)
    (")_('')

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  11. Well, then, there is a placid response to a desperate situation!

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  12. I really like your aubade section the best.

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  13. I'm still wondering if he did molest young maidens. If he did, karma has been kind to him.. This is quite a story you've woven Hank.

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  14. in this life at least he had tried to put colors...a good 'karma' for future in this cycle of life...an interesting story Hank :)

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  15. i like your philosophical...

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  16. Perhaps preparing so well for one's demise prevents enjoyment of the moment...there can be poetry and humour in that but does it provide real happiness? thoughtful and unique write as ever Hank

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  17. Eerie - the torment of the human soul is deep in this one. Well written, Hank!

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