5 VOICES… A PANTOUM

I love this style of poetry.  It has a beauty in it’s unexpected outcome if you allow it and just go with it.

This Pantoum poem was a collective experience in my writer’s group.  With the exception of two lines which I took the liberty of editing very slightly, it is the collective voice of 5 writers.

Finding the stillness in my breath

I become one with the forest away from the screaming house

Bright flashes of light, illuminating faces around me

Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees

I become one with the forest away from the screaming house

I am afraid

Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees

I fell to the mossy earth and wept

I am afraid

I tremble and try to calm

I fell to the mossy earth and wept

I become exhausted but I feel cleansed

I tremble and try to calm

This shouldn’t be happening to me

I become exhausted but feel cleansed

I wash myself clean

This shouldn’t be happening to me

Bright flashes of LIght illuminating faces around me

I wash myself clean

Finding the stillness in my breath