April 4, 1968
This is another prompt poem – it was written off of today’s prompt from Scott Woods’ LiveJournal: the view from a hotel balcony. This was written as a tanka chain.
-Nicole
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standing in front of
the king-abernathy suite
the lorraine motel
rectangular collection
of aqua doors and beige walls
“play it real pretty”
were his final instructions
ben was listening
but then ben heard something else
a shot heard around Memphis
six-o-one p.m.
a missile launched from somewhere
an unseen bullet
they all point across the street
death dealt from across the street
at seven-o-five
they pronounced doctor king dead
bewildered still
are the ones left in his wake
unanswered questions remain
Written 6/11/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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