Greetings Inkers - This week I was challenged by Lazidaisical and chose to write a poem. It's the second one I've ever written because poetry isn't my thing and not writing fiction like I usually do felt wrong, but it's all about self-exploration in the II. You can find the prompt that made this happen at the end of the piece.
I challenged Amanda and you can see her response at: Last Mom on Earth.
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Here, where the waters meet the land we walk the shore
His scrawny frame running along the beach ahead of us
My hand in his father’s, we watch, ignoring what needs to be done
Blue skies, blue waters; now a grey painting above, black sludge below
Our world; broken yet through the boys eyes, beautiful.
Gaunt our bodies have become, no food for weeks,
What we have the boy eats
Our time should have come and gone, determination drives us
What we must do is necessary
I look into his father’s eyes and he looks at the boy
Unable to look at me
I’m drawn to the cannon in his outstretched hand, and we stop
Unaware, the boy doesn’t feel the sting as he drops
In a moment my existence splits in half
I close my eyes; he makes sure it’s painless
I wait and watch, the cannon, the sting, it stings him too
We see the boy running trackless along the beach
Once more the sky is blue, the water; clean
As if they were always there, others stroll, laughing, smiling
The boy makes a friend, and another, they all run together
We walk
That day, our day, never ends, lost in forever.
This week's prompt was: 'I went ahead and did it anyway' ...
