The Sentry, Wordle #127, re-posted

A Wordle for MindLoveMisery, originally October 31, 2016.     I do enjoy Wordles, but this is a form of writing that requires a creative mood, sitting in my notebook until it is finished.    Wordles involve a list of specific words, of which at least ten must be used in the entry.

The Sentry

With a click of his heels and a tip of his cap,
the sentry, bedraggled but not quite forlorn,
harks to the sighs and whispers of the night…
of the grass settling and trees stretching their limbs,
and flowers closing their petals in modest repose…
lingering fragrace gentle and soft to the nose.

Young and virile, his manner of thoughts
are certainly not of Eschatological concerns:
more pertinent is a hope to escape adversity of
being “drouked” by a sudden downpour
and steps carefully to avoid soggy debris…
quite dampening to his uniformed elegance.

At first glance our young soldier
pays nary a notice of the girl walking slowly,
with no intent to decieve…though he is keenly aware
of the beloved young face behind the filmy veil,
and feigns concentration on military cadence—
a smile escaping his stony countenance.

© Sometimes, 2016