All’s fair in love and war
or so he kids himself –
free-falling, lost in a void...
a vacuum where time
stands still; adrift...somewhere
between compassion
and reasoning.
His rifle, gripped with knuckles
white as the sand on which
cold sweat drips;
a small, brown face meets his,
and an overburdened ass,
bids him throw the rulebook
out the window.
Scrawny heels prepare
to scuff the dust –
too late for some.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | November 11, 2010 - 13:17
Hello Tina,
a very thought provoking poem.
Thankyou for the read.
Jenny. xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 13:24
Jenny - thank you.
Tina xx
fatboy74 | November 11, 2010 - 14:03
Very good this Tina, particularly enjoyed penultimate stanza. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 14:19
Fatboy - much appreciate your views, as always. Glad you enjoyed;-)
Tina
shoe | November 11, 2010 - 18:17
One moment, one little boy, a multitude of emotions,
yes, thought provoking.
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 18:27
Shoe - how well you put it. Thank you.
Tina
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 18:51
A he let him get away :D am I right? It's a lovely vague poem anyway Tina :j I like the second part K xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 19:11
I guess there is not 'right' or 'wrong' in this one, Kahdai.
The narrator has left it up to the individual reader to form his/or her's own conclusion;-)
Tina xx
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 19:24
Ohr well I see the other side he could have shot his back running away :/ ... I prefer my one :) K xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 19:34
If you look very closely, Kahdai, you may see that there are even more than two sides...;-)
Firebird | November 11, 2010 - 19:54
Very enjoyable poem Tina x:) As always, so well written & a delight to read x:)
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2010 - 20:13
Firebird, glad you enjoyed and thanks for telling me.
Tina x
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 20:41
ohno am missing a lot :/
Kahdai | November 11, 2010 - 20:50
Ohk Ii think it was a small overburdened ass and he let it go for its little brown face instead of shooting it because ii guess thats what hes meant to do when it gets to tired to carry him? K
MistakenMagic | November 12, 2010 - 11:26
Very atmospheric, Tina. A beautifully written and moving poem - and a fitting tribute. Well done!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 12, 2010 - 11:45
Thank you so very much, Magic. I felt I could not let the day pass without marking it in my own way, and I am so pleased that you saw that;-)
Tina xxx
insertponceyfre... | November 13, 2010 - 19:27
I like this Tina - especially the last two stanzas
Silver Spun Sand | November 13, 2010 - 20:00
My thanks to you, insert;-)
Tina
kheldar | November 28, 2010 - 22:32
I can only echo what everyone else has said. Well done.
:--) xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 29, 2010 - 09:45
Thank you, David. Much appreciated.
;-)xxx