Open Poetry #22 |
How My Dreams Came to Be |
Fandaen Junior Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 47Ft Worth, Texas |
I saw him there Gun in his hand His eyes so young and full of fear In his veins pumped blood In his brain was his memories of mother, lover, and friends He saw me there Gun in my hand My eyes so young and full of fear In my veins pumped blood In my brain was my memories of mother, lover, and friends We both were there Guns in our hands Our eyes saw each other Blood pumped faster in our veins Our brains forced our bodies into action, I fired first I saw him there Gun on the ground His eyes were blank and stareing His veins pumped blood to the ground His brain was blank, the memories no longer there I was there alone Gun in my hand My eyes full of tears My veins still pumped blood My brain imbeds the image of his eyes, his face, his blood |
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Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
Pistols at dawn eh? A Texan writes a Western, I like this, the way you portrayed the duel makes it seem so pointless and so very sad. Good Work, Zall |
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Fandaen Junior Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 47Ft Worth, Texas |
Thank you for your kind words. Actually it is a relation of my first combat experience as written last night after waking from one of my usual nightmares. |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
This is a good, intense, emotional poem! O' to be delivered from the realm of the rational into pure song... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Poignant. A very painful vivid image, it only highlights the futility of war and violence. I wish you more pleasant dreams, but I understand that these images are very powerful. Peace to you dear friend. May ripples of LOVE |
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Fandaen Junior Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 47Ft Worth, Texas |
Thank you Midnitesun |
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