The Girl Who Killed Fate

I'm packing a pistol full
of angst today hanging strategically
from my hip for easy access.

It is more than just a fashion accessory,
I wear it well with the right amount of panache
and perhaps a frisson of sex appeal.

But it is a pitiful pearl day,
a few more and I'll have myself
a pretty little necklace or

perhaps each gleaming orb would make
a perfect heat seeking sphere
able to shoot straight through the target

of my misery, obliterating the constant
din of what ifs and cutting off fate's shrill voice.
And when the forensics department investigates

they'll swab my hands for gun shot residue,
all they will find is the essential element of salt
traversing my palms while my eyes dry in the winds of sweet release.

Reviews

[Deuces]

You're a superb poet. All I can say. You have a knack for metaphor that is second to none. Also can have multiple meanings, so you leave an air of mystery with your writing. I took this piece as the pistol being equivalent to tears of sorrow, which of course... produce salt.

You painted an eerie, enigmatic picture and your words and flow are on point. Love it. Great work.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks, and tears were embedded throughout the piece. Good eye!

[TL Boehm]

yeah buddy. Shoot em all and take no prisoners. Reminds me of the song "Salt in My tears" by Martin Briley

[Mark]

Heh careful where you point that thing. :P.

[icelandicblue]

LOL thanks Mark.

[David Scott]

I like this poem Blue! I have always felt we are the masters of our ultimate fate. Maybe not every little circumstance in life, but the big questions are in our hands...
I love the philosophy here. You attitude and tone bring such a vision of strength and resilience.
Wonderfully done.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you David, I appreciate that. Predestination was never my thing.

[s y e]

This is definitely my new favourite of yours Anne. You have some imagination girl, it's a good thing obviously but wow, this literally blew me out the window!

[icelandicblue]

I appreciate that enthusiasm Noodle. ; )

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Ok, yet again, I am awestruck by that mind of yours. This is brilliant for so many reasons and now, one of the best pieces I've ever come across. I'm applauding you on this!

[icelandicblue]

PH,

Your reviews always help me to write more. That is a powerful gift.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, it is an honor to hear such words from such an incredible writer.

[Lyn Anderson]

I was hooked from the first couple lines. I love this piece, and everything about it.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you again for reading my work. I will be sure to return the favor.

[Ruth]

Absolutely consciousness altering! Smiles...this is thrilling and such amazing metaphor...a fav! x

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much Poppy- you are a doll.

; )

[Baby Ricochet]

A lot of angst and suicide here. Interesting piece

[icelandicblue]

Lots of anger yes, more murder than suicide I think. Thanks BR.

[Rita L. Sev]

If only everyone could be disarmed of their angst; it really is a weapon of self-destruction. Excellent metaphor, Blue; a piece that hits the heart.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much Rita. I appreciate it and your words ring true.

[emmajoy]

What an immensely powerful and personal poem .. or is it personal and personal?! Seems life, things has really encroached on better state of mind, that you're defying the odds with everything you can muster .. and my goodness, you have. There's more than meets the eye in this, salt tainted at times though they might be, but the hands that press the keys or hold the pen have amazing skill. Nuff said.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Emma!