The night was pregnant with anticipation
as light filtered through the trees on the mountain.
The jubilant feeling contagious as we awaited the call.
Had our efforts finally been fruitful, was the war finally ending?
The air suddenly was chilled and tinged with lost hope.
The news seemed deceitful and insensitive,
as our hopes and dreams for the return of our soldiers
was dashed to the ground with a mighty blow.
You couldn't hear a pin drop for the concussion of the bomb.
Author notes
Word Bank Prompt:
Chilled
Mountain
Light
Pregnant
Call
Contagious
Decietful
Fruitful
Insensitive
Jubilant
A contest entry
- Quickie # 5 of 37! by Beautiful-N-Broken.
516 points, ended November 6, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my goodness this is an amazing write. You did so well with the prompt, you guys never stop amazing me with the brilliant stuff you come up with. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest and in all you do.
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Wow~
Powerful piece in Brevity this is Sweet One
and stains the Spirit~ with images
You brought to Light~ the casualties of war...
effectively...painted the picture with Your Quill
Excellent use of the Word Bank~
Your first line~ sets the tone...
Bravo!!
Keep that quill dancing
Thank You for sharing Your Voice
Best wishes in this contest Precious Spirit~
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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