[this is a pantoum, my first try at a form poem other than a haiku]
He had slept like a corpse
but a voice said “come out”
a surprised groan echoed
as blood returned to stagnant limbs
But a voice said “come out”
he woke up aching
as blood returned to stagnant limbs
tingles turned to pains turned to life
He woke up aching
moved slow and clumsy
tingles turned to pains turned to life
stepped into the light
Moved slow and clumsy
crowds watched dumb
stepped into the light
shielding his eyes
Crowds watched dumb
seeing his arm raised
shielding his eyes
no one expected this morning
Seeing his arm raised
a surprised groan echoed
no one expected this morning
he had slept like a corpse
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1 comment:
Dude, this is great. It creates such a striking feeling and image. Thanks man, Neil
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