He came home. Said nothing.
His body showed no marks.
He stayed home. Said nothing.
His presence left a mark.
He left home. Said nothing.
His absence left no marks.
NaPoWriMo.net suggested use the opening line from another poet as a starting point for ours today. This opening line comes from Wislawa Szymborska’s “Going Home” (translated from Polish). I wrote mine before I read the full poem. Which was helpful, because her imagery is so strong that it would have blocked any effort to write something new.
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Bone chilling, so well done!
Thank you, that’s a huge compliment!
BLAMMO!
I like the enigma.
Not sure who you’re talking about, but… wow! It touched me deep down. Not yet sure where or what place it touched. Nor what effect it will have. 😘