W January 27, 2012
Posted by lisadalrymple in First Draft Poems.Tags: first draft poem, poetry blog, W
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Unwillingly I wallow,
I wish I could will
myself beyond the
wishing well.
The bit of caution tape
on my welcome mat
Who will ignore the warning?
Who will trespass here?
The willows are wary
What do you expect us to do
we wonder
I wade around the whale in the room
the room of why’s
without a whisper or a whimper
A wanton god withholds the winter
A wily woman withholds the truth from herself
Who wields more power?
My mind wrestles with details that sneak
and the doom I seek
Wrought for lack of a writhing partner, the wet war
this writer weaves a world of w words for wont of a wild side.
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