the 12 given words:
grief chill fly gather touch whistle
trunk live peace sting remember beside
good grief! what triggered it to appeal
a chill to fly by in the early morning mist
it should gather a touch of class to seal
the fate of a structure dying to resist
impacted by loud whistles of high winds
the trunk retorted with a split one night
terror in its eyes seeking to live without sins
at peace vying to disengage from fright
to relive the pain and suffering of the sting
was to remember of its own vulnerability
besides stalking for unsuspecting victims
could only worsen its own invincibility
Brenda's the Sunday Whirl Wordle #367
with the 12 given words
Sunday Photo Fiction with the given photo
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #418
I love the line "the fate of a structure dying to resist". Your used the words so well, Hank.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! I agree with Sherry. The line "the fate of a structure dying to resist" is brilliant. A clever and wise bit of writing.
ReplyDeleteVery wise poem. I love the title of this.
ReplyDeleteWe often ascribe fauna and flora friends with hopes and wishes like we have. But they know the odds and are probably happy to see their young ones appear to take their place. But we selfish and vain decide to write history and then try to change it. Wisdom often comes with acceptance.
ReplyDeleteVividly created!
ReplyDelete"to relive the pain and suffering of the sting was to remember of its own vulnerability"... this alone is so wise and powerful!
ReplyDeleteI loved this bit: "to relive the pain and suffering of the sting/was to remember of its own vulnerability". Quite an intriguing verse, any resistance to the end can be such a tragedy too.
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You've used the twelve words well. We are all vulnerable. Trees, animals, humans. Nothing is invincible.
ReplyDeleteEverything comes to an end, no matter how tall we stand or invincible we think we are indeed.
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