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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I wait breathing desperately assigned to this bush wait for the red they said aim carefully I agree within my dread A test of my skill or of my bombast or just another rifle waiting for dawn’s first blast This is my war not my father’s this is my life of freedom horizon gathers Then it’s time the red appears he is young not what I expected he’s like me in every way except he’s misdirected I have him in my sight my rifle on my shoulder can he hear me breathing behind my sheltering boulder I close my eyes shoot then run without knowing if he is shot home beckons my stumbles am I brave no I think not. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love the weight, depth and urgency of this poem, Sharon. Like little bullets for the mind... I'm going to think on this over the weekend, and try to have a revolution poem of my own for Monday. Long live the cause! Mikey |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
THIS is my favorite...even though I understand why you clarified the intent...I liked it better as an ambiguous metaphor...but that's just the comanche in me relating here... I really DO love this'n, as you already KNOW---must be some kind of PERSONAL issue with me, huh? love you! |
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