race, silky, lanky, whiskey, puddle, pain, mouth
isolate, murky, breath, marsh, razor, befuddled
Cowboy's Song
He looks around
Befuddled, lost,
And bewildered
Searches for
The last cow
And
Her calf
The one with
The sweet breath
He is a cowboy
Lean and lanky
Stubble on his chin
In need of a razor
Whiskey on his breath
It's the isolation
He'll check the marsh
Where waters
Are murky
It's a race to move the
Cattle down from the
HIgh country
Before the snow
He returns home
His mouth covers mine
Skin silky under my fingers
His muscles relax
Tomorrow
He will continue
The lost of even one
Causes pain
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Writer's Digest Nov PAD challenge Prompt: For today’s prompt, write a half-way poem. The poem might deal with a half-way point in time. Or perhaps, a place in the dead center of here and there–in a physical sense. Even a compromise on terms in a negotiation can work.
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Writer's Digest Nov PAD challenge Prompt: For today’s prompt, write a half-way poem. The poem might deal with a half-way point in time. Or perhaps, a place in the dead center of here and there–in a physical sense. Even a compromise on terms in a negotiation can work.
Halfway
Halfway there
Halfway gone
Halfway finished
Halfway started
Halfway full
Halfway empty
Is it the distance
We have traveled
Or is it the distance
We have to go
Is it the glass
Half full
Or half empty
Halfway there
Halfway gone
Halfway finished
Halfway started
Halfway full
Halfway empty
Is it the distance
We have traveled
Or is it the distance
We have to go
Is it the glass
Half full
Or half empty
7 comments:
No rest when one is lost...human or calf...emotions run deep when it comes to life...you expressed those emotions well...bkm
Enjoyed this half way glimpse into a cowboy's life
My mum's husband was a herdsman..he loved cows..they have a gentleness and calves definitely have sweet breath..love is love however we find it..and express..with love on this Sunday x
I love cowboys! And I loved this one :)
After only a few lines, I started hearing that old song Desperado, love it when that happens. It means the poem is reaching inside and making connections, seeking a more permanent place.
Elizabeth
Great words for the wordle and what a fantastic job you did with them, you created a vivid and rich character and atmosphere. I could completely visualize your words =)
I really like the wordle poem, Annell.
Pamela
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