Open Poetry #7 |
Was I wrong |
jbowie Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 135BANGOR (that OR) ME |
The tinny rasping of sleet striking glass comes in frequent waves shifting about in the unpredictable wind As this cadence continues I turn my neck until it cracks to relieve the cold tension driven into my bones I look to the floor, painted in blood are the last moments of the intruder who came into my home My hand goes limp the gun falls as I back into the corner and pray for God to forgive me |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very tragic, James. Defending our homes is never wrong. Great writing. Denise |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
Wow, this is a very powerful piece! Nathan |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I enjoyed reading this. As for being wrong or not. Sometimes its hard to say, but we must defend ourselves right? If the event in this poem actually happened I hope you will find a way to cope. Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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