Monday, March 10, 2014

Lost Trudging Alone!

                                                                                                Attribution: Peripitus
Image:  Arid Unfriendly Dry Land  (here)

42 of 51 chosen words are:
washing blinds swollen defective shell steering 
waste sandstone riddled silly suddenly fear logic 
muddled sodden flaked notch inside touts natural 
self mirage rings applause library, dreams casually 
transplant scams heart clarity dusk today age turtle 
palms woolen ripe tea flowing please sustains

Washing it down his throat
Bright sunlight blinds his vision
He takes another swig laid back
Throws the empty bottle away
His face swollen, voice crackling
defective sounds from a tongue
long dry trudging the arid region

Shell of a man steering himself
through the waste-lands where
sandstone by the hillside is riddled
with bullet holes and spent shells
scattered silly along his path

Suddenly fear beyond logic muddled
his sodden thoughts and flaked his thinking
A notch inside touts his natural self
Mirage in his mind rings an applause
while a library of dreams casually transplant
scams in his heart that create clarity

He must get out before dusk today!
At his age turtle-like he plods on
His palms sweating under the tattered
woolen and all the while ripe in his
imagination seeing cold iced lemon tea
flowing for a change...

‘Please… …!’  he muttered but it at least
sustains his strength

Written for Yousei Hime's hosting at We Write Poems Wordle #9
(A Blockbuster) and Kerry's Open Link Monday at Real Toads


  1. Story well told. Now I want some tea too.

  2. An epic story poem - the man's struggle drawn with intense detail and empathy.

  3. Most excellently written and a joy to read Hank. Well done.

  4. Very nicely done- strong images tell a great story.

  5. Hank, You've made an artful, coherent story from the chosen words. The images are great and it moves organically, first to last. Very fine job.
    Steve K.

  6. Chilling. Must have TEA!

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral

    =^..^= <3

  7. These all fit so perfectly, Hank and your story is just brimming with presence...well wordled!!

  8. Sure sounds like he needed that tea, as he made his journey

  9. Wowzers! Bravo, Hank! When I see a long list of words like that, I get overwhelmed and cant think of a thing. And look at the wonderful poem you wove with them! I like that after throwing the bottle away, it is iced tea that he wants. Good choice! Especially in the desert!

  10. struggle is an unending part of life

  11. Got tea? Oh yes, for sure the thought is driving me to get some. Excellent wordsmith pulling these together so well.

  12. oh my...lost in a wasteland without anything left to drink...i hope he gets his tea...

  13. can not imagine thirsting to would be a horrible death i imagine...and a very slow one...and tht is what it has to feel like out there.....

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