Wednesday, November 21, 2012


I'm not a poet, but one of the ice breakers at a NaNoWriMo event I went to last week  was to write a poem use one of the items on the table for inspiration.

Warrior was what I ended up with, a constant reminder of why I write prose not poetry.

I am aged, but
I was eternal.
I am trivial, but
I was formidable.

I am sightless, but
I was all seeing.
I am small, but
I was vast.

I am worn, but
I was vibrant.
I am treasured, but
I was entrusted.

I am lifeless, but.
I was ferocious.
I am for them, but
I was for him.

Imaginary cookies to anyone who can guess what I'm talking about.


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