DRAWN AND DISTANT

He sat awake listening to the distant chimes in a forlorn wind,
a cacophony of scattered tones grating on his raw nerves
as the muted sunrise curved in the early morning mist.
The grayness served to mirror a tattered heart;
his vast emotions had skirted the edge of rationale.
Failing to scale the treacherous precipice of love,
there was no one else to blame.
He had drawn the short straw.

© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

93

Written for The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #93

32 thoughts on “DRAWN AND DISTANT

  1. Laurie Kolp

    This is lovely, Walt… especially:

    a cacophony of scattered tones grating on his raw nerves
    as the muted sunrise curved in the early morning mist

  2. Mirroring a tattered heart…I promise I didn’t steal that for my own. I guess that’s what happens when twelve words overlap one poem to the next…there’s bound to be some unintentional mirroring. 😉

    Loved the phrase “treacherous precipice”. Excellent wordling, as always, Walt.

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