Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

who’s afraid of

05 April 2014

 

 

yesterday’s tomorrows fade as if she

knows even an untamed stray purrs.

howling wolves squeeze between gaps in the wind,

frightening trees to drop leaves they’ve carried.

What was meant by her brief passing, her scent,

her touch that I couldn’t run away from?

Should I fear her, the wolves, or the many

beautiful distances, measured in miles?

Sorcery keeps me from running away,

frozen, without the instinctual triggers.

I’m prey either way, destined for something

which needs no explanation, it’s primal.

Whether her, or them, I have made it in;

there’s a purpose, a plan, which includes me.

Even if I was given a choice, I

would die silently, not even a roar!

 

 

(written for NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt)

 

 

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5 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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