It Wasn’t Like Him
This was also written off of prompt #9 on Scott Wood’s journal - begin a poem with “It wasn’t like him” as the first line. Here’s what I came up with - another chained hay(na)ku. (Am I working those chained hay(na)kus lately or what?) Anyway, enjoy.
-Nicole
It
wasn’t like
him at all
to
cry, to
shed one tear
but
his newborn
son was entombed
inside
an incubator,
unconscious, barely breathing
except
for help
from a machine.
He
couldn’t withhold
the inner storm
anymore;
in a
solo, silent moment,
the
tears came
without any hesitation.
Written 6/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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very difficult subject matte,, you handled it very well,, and what a touching photo…..
Thank you.
-Nicole