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Knives and Wives

by Venky

Call me a nomad, a mendicant, or even an aimlessly meandering soul

Brand me a wandering ascetic bereft of all concepts of either fair or foul;

The world for me is now an inexplicable sphere of chaotic welter

Where thoughts, deeds and words make for a messy grid running Helter-Skelter.


Impervious to bliss and ignorant of pain

I am an empty hollow within which all emotions lay slain;

Thus when accosted by armed assailants seeking to induce dread

I calmly said “Let him strike me who he thinks can kill something that is already dead”


Helter-Skelter they ran with their guns and knives

Some tale that to narrate to their wives!

Courtesy of Sammi CoxΒ Weekend Writing Prompt

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crimsonprose January 28, 2019 - 7:40 am

Wow, Venky, you definitely nailed that one. Briliant poem, and to keep it to that odd number of words … again, Wow. πŸ™‚

venkyninja1976 January 28, 2019 - 8:19 am

Thank you sooooooooo much! It is words of encouragement like this that keeps me going.

crimsonprose January 28, 2019 - 8:31 am

I’d say that’s the same for everyone. Who can dig in their heels and keep going without someone says something encouraging—just once in a while. No matter how small. (Yea, been there) πŸ™‚

Woman walking Max January 28, 2019 - 7:44 pm

Interesting poem, like a folk story or mythical tale.

venkyninja1976 January 29, 2019 - 12:12 am

Thanks Much!

sammicoxwriter February 2, 2019 - 12:27 pm

Excellent take on the prompt and a brilliant poem πŸ™‚

venkyninja1976 February 2, 2019 - 1:54 pm

Thank you so much!


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