This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy!
Deep in his heart, he’s taking his part
Walking in the square
With all the cars of the tsars
White robe he wears
He sways as he plays
In the heat of the sun
His backpack a drawback
To conceal a gun
He reaches for the breech
It’s now or never
With full spirit he’s got to pull
Then everything went blur*
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
* Triquatrain form
(5) Words: | REACH | DEEP | SQUARE | FULL | PLAY |
For: FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 24, 2017, Weekly Writing Prompt #112
Ladyleemanila 
13 responses
Wonderful poem with a powerful meaning. Nice!
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Wonder what drove him to this? Interesting poem.
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I guess we’ll never know, thanks, Russell 🙂
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Beautiful poetry that paints a vivid picture of his mind and the setting. Loved it.
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glad you loved it 🙂
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It is so sad when we can trust no one. Interesting image you painted for me.
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thank you, Michael 🙂
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Wonderful poem with such a chilling ending!
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thank you, Priceless Joy 🙂
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I guess not all monks are peaceful or it’s just a disguise.
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could be a disguise, thanks, James 🙂
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Oh gosh, what a scene your words and picture wove.
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thank you, Miriam 🙂
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