You
like a
black & white photo
and I
a moment in time.
we shot them down
& cool red blood
traded life for death.
we
create
shape
you said,
but what did we want
in a life
as sordid as this?
Note: this poem was actually written with fridge magnets, a feat that proves to be much more difficult than it sounds…
I go back and read this poem from time to time and am always impressed with its succinctness and range, imagery, and free cadence. Please keep writing, poetry or whatnot, even (especially) through the rigors of the day job. Just sayin’.
Larry, that means a lot to me, coming from you; I know you know what you’re talking about! I usually end up hating my poetry, often finding it trite or “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”. But this is one of my favorites. It happened so organically, despite the fact that I was staring at about 150 word magnets on my fridge. I’ll take your advice and keep – or start – writing poetry, but we’ll see if I decide to publish it.
Thanks for your support and encouragement.