SundayScribblings

fugacious conflict

naked
without reason
hurried heart howls

walking
aimless stutter
shifts high gear

clothed
in humility
blankets the noise

waiting
subdued shadows
sustain simplicity

clutching
the cure
one motions mutely

turning
back around
i never ask
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SundayScribblings No 123 topic: ask; photo: without a heart, faster panda kill kill, flickr

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15 thoughts on “fugacious conflict

  1. kind of sad but somehow looking at the image and reading the poem, it seem so casual as if these things happen all the time and that the person is just brushing it all off, guess I’m reading too much into it, but I think it is the haynaku format that makes me think this way

  2. Wounded hearts…when my mother was very old she would answer the door with out any clothes on. I never again convinced her it was necessary. Her heart was broken too.

    b

  3. Barbara loved yr comment… never thought abt physical nakedness being a relief… i shall consider the next time the doorbell rings….. raw healing is just as transitory as breathing, don’t you think…

  4. This is my first time visiting your blog and i must say i like it alot.
    Your post was an interesting read.
    I will definetly come back here more often!

    hooka

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