Thursday, April 13, 2023

NaPoWriMo day thirteen




















in his mind,
the first few moments of conflict.
 
realizing the battle was lost,
he continued
 
slow in retreating,
the issue still undecided.
 
now too proud to fight,
or too sensitive
 
free of rage.
indeed, a miracle.
 
*
 
Later, discovering
whose body it was,
his skin jubilant,
he burned.
 
Content, and
slow in pursuit—
a course made easier
by eagerness.
 
Sensitive to the possession
of personal action,
the safe retreat
into approval.
 
From every thicket
the songs
seemed to rise
higher now.
 
*
 
The self-laudatory note
he would send
was divided as souvenir.
 
Lost, he gave orders
to retreat.
 
A letter reached him,
acting as absence.
 
Cautious with victory,
the pursuit of tradition
made easier by eagerness,
 
made use of possession
to join in the hunt,
a promising hand.
 
Once proud lives,
seldom free,
were stained with blood.
Rise higher.