My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Like worms and grubs we suck
the marrow out of life to borrow
an existence thin and transparent.
If you never saw harrowing horrors,
you could guess such rare occurrences
are either fantasy or well-scripted.
We swear an oath to march to
our own drummer. That becomes our snare.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #106
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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I love that snare can be a drum or a trap. Clever work, Walt.
🙂 Thanks Brenda. Exactly what I was going for!
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Words of wisdom, beautifully and powerfully woven.
“That becomes our snare” is a beautiful double entendre.
Amazed at how concisely you used these words! That last line is so powerful!
Superb opening sentence!
That drummer sometimes goes silent, or maybe I go deaf. Wonderful write Walt.
Perfect opening and ending. Well done, Walt.
great use of the wordle words. esp the snare!