Sunday, August 7, 2011

Secret Agent


Prophets walk
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

10 comments:

  1. Nicely done but liked the first one the best...a healing touch!!

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  2. Simple and quite beautiful! I really like this. :-)

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  3. Good job with the wordle Belle! Very mysterious and Bellesque! I like it a lot.

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  4. The interesting title drags one right in. Succinctly written.

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  5. Great 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.

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  6. Thank you everyone. Traci, I like your suggestion very much, it's done.

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  7. Willow, this is beautifully written. I love thinking about those prophets walking across cement in the morning sun!

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  8. Love the Zen-like compactness of this and the structure. The last stanza is especially beautiful.

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  9. tight and evocative. I like "rusty scars" and love the serene beauty of the last stanza.

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  10. I like the ending on this one much better..happy ending. :) You are good at these wordles.

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