Scars worn long after
traumatic encounter’s pain
Predatory fears
both inside and out remain
Snow covered in life’s winter
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Sharing this poem with the d’Verse prompt that Peter gave us on that twist in the middle that changes the focus of the poem.
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Brief but compelling piece.
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome.
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This little creature has a story to tell, so do our scars.
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Yes, that is what I was thinking as well. Thanks Michele.
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Love it!
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Thank you very much!
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Poor little guy! He looks like a fighter!
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A survivor for sure!
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Fine picture and insightful poem
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Thank you Derrick! That squirrel is luck to still be alive!
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For sure! I can’t imagine what happened to him.
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A fabulous piece
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I can only marvel 🌟
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Thank you very much!
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I also do poetry
Check it out 😁
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😌🤝
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Wow!!
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🤝
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I know that must have hurt!
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Pithy yet powerful.
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Thank you very much!
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Oh the scars we wear so deep and the little squirel certainly doen’t look any worse for wear by it. We could all learn from it. Nice Dwight!👏👏
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Life goes on in spite of our scars! Thanks Cindy
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It sure does Dwight! You’re so welcome!
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Wonderful Tanka Dwight! Also, your CD arrived today, and a nice B’day card, thank you! I will spin the CD tomorrow… 🙂
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Thank you Rob! So glad you got the CD. Hope you enjoy my rendition!! Have a great weekend!
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Dwight, he might feel safer if you take that razor wire off of the bird feeder pole 😉
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Ha ha, that happens to be a slinky!! And I put it there to discourage him. But, it does not seem to work as you can see. He just takes a flying leap and grabs on. The birds like to ride on it!
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I cackled as I wrote that comment. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fuzzy wuzzy squirrel no matter how exasperating the little buggers can be.
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Exasperating for sure!
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Picture and verse hand in hand (or hand in paw) – a fine punchy piece Dwight – thank you.
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Thank you Peter! I appreciate your comment!
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Ha ha! Looks like it could have been claw to paw!! :>)
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‘Life’s winter’ will stay with me a while. I love reading and writing tanka, yours is mighty fine. Great bridge line!
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Thank you Helen! I enjoy writing them as well! I appreciate your comment!
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Dwight, do you happen to know what happened to the little guy? 😢
-David
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He was around for a while, but I do not know what happened to him!
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Simultaneously compact, delicious, and turnful. well done, DR
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Thank you Ron! Looks like he got scalped by a hawk and barely survived!
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External and internal scars. So well done, Dwight. I love the photos, too.
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Thank you Merril! Seems they go together like Siamese Twins!
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Survival after any trauma is indeed a turn.
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I think it happens in all of us to some degree or another. Trauma changes our life forever! Thank you very much!
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our scars shape but don’t define us … looks like it was a miracle to survive such a deep one … but so many of us do
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Yes, and they don’t always show that prominently on the surface!
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seldom ever, society dictates masks at all times … and I don’t mean covid ones!
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You are right! That is why it is so hard to get mental health help of people. Too many stigmas still floating in the air!
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absolutely and then that just exacerbates the issues ….
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“Life’s winter,”.. is an incredibly poignant way to describe the scars it sometimes gives us. 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa. Scars go with us all the way to the grave!
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I can only imagine how winter is for a squirel… and I can imagine that sometimes we have our own mental winter when we are mere squirels in a winter storm
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Yes for sure… looking for our missplaced nuts!! :>)
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Your poem made me think of the victims of child abuse. The emotional scars of the traumas they endured remain.
Poor little squirrel! He seems unaware of his scars. Do you have bobcats in the area?
Take care, Dwight!
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Thank you Cheryl. It is something they always have with them. No, I don’t know of any bobcats here.
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