Thursday, November 17, 2011

Prompt 17 Something is revealed

(This is from my nanowrimo character’s pov.)


Where I cradle my memories
like the tree covered hills
hug the valley,
I learned you lied to me.
My fond nostalgia
of climbing trees
playing in the creek
chasing lightning bugs
is now permeated
with this deep ache
this searing pain
as solid and tangible
as the big oak tree
which served as home base
for games of hide-and-seek.

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