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w is for war

by Karen Michelle

I am not the wind today
whipping at your walls.

I am not the wailing wind.
The whispering wind.
The whisps of wilderness in your soul.
Wiping the insides of your worried mind.
Working its way into your heart.

I am well.
I am worn.
I am wanton.

Wartorn words between tongues and teeth.
Wasted winter on your fingertips.
Withering, wallowing, watercoloured with-
drawn.

I am
weighty
worry
within your
world.

01/20/2006

Posted on 01/20/2006
Copyright © 2025 Karen Michelle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philippa Jane on 01/23/06 at 08:04 AM

I love this piece. One of my favourites of yours in quite some time. Brilliant.

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