Mistaken identity…

Stormy was the dark night,
Heavens crying with all might,
It was lightning that revealed,
A shadow once concealed,
I knew then, I’d have to fight.

Alas, the night was forlorn,
Caught the guy, but I mourn,
That one knock-out punch,
Mistaken was my first hunch,
It earned me my dad’s scorn.


November PAD Challenge Day 17. #novpad17

The month of November sees the Poem-a-Day (PAD) challenge, hosted by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. Day 17 theme is to write a poem that reveals something. It’s in the Limerick form. Thanks Robert for the inspiration.


© (17/11/2011)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. @NISHA,Thank you 🙂 I hope that too!@JANHVI,Thank you very much :)@PRAMODA,Thank you!@SARAVANA,Thanks and good luck with your poetic return!

  2. @NISHA,Thank you 🙂 I hope that too!@JANHVI,Thank you very much :)@PRAMODA,Thank you!@SARAVANA,Thanks and good luck with your poetic return!

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