Soldier on the Rim

Read on, and it will quickly become evident that I am not a poet. However, I was challenged to write on from a list of words (in bold).

Identity revoked
He walked an unknown horizon

Consumed with rage at a land he loved
exempt from freedom

Provide and they will consume
and the years will run out.

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Towards Texada

Although most poetry makes my butt suck wind, I nevertheless actually wrote a poem. The inspiration for the poem was the painting of the same name (shown on left) by a friend and fellow writer named Sofie. I hope it doesn't cause too much of an internal rectal breeze for you.

Toward Texada

Texada sits in moist shimmer
A verdant emerald
A cluster of hills raised in celebration of her homecoming

Her chilled eyes probe the land
From the far side of the lake
Searching for the childhood left behind

She’s been moving towards Texada
The day she moved away
Circular motion, a fool’s errand

A step from the shore, cold memories embrace her ankles
A second step
The familiar touch of chaos grips her mind

With the third step, she is swimming toward Texada
Bold, slow strokes
She pulls the future behind her

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