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!

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

I can so, so identify with your thoughts & words. You write with such panache and flair. You are a talented writer my friend
anne

[icelandicblue]

Why thank you very much anne!

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

You are most welcome ladeblue

[Anand Sehgal]

A write that tries to break the shackles with a strong statement. Loved the message and the attitude :)
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[icelandicblue]

And I thank you for that!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Some days are harder than others and it takes a hell of a lot more strength to keep from shooting everyone lol figuratively of course .Great write Blue :)

[icelandicblue]

Ain't that the truth! Thanks Vidya.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome lady blue :)

[Pryde Foltz]

all they will find is the essential element of salt
traversing my palms while my eyes dry in the winds of sweet release.

Wow there is a finish. Great one, Icyblue.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Pryde. : )

[Einstein Noodle]

wow ... hips can be a deadly weapon :) powerful pearl to kill fate and strong woman that can shoot so straight ... hope you are feeling better ... angst can be powerfully destructive as well as inspiring needed change ... what a great poem ..thoroughly enjoyed!
E.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Einstein,

Seems much of my "progress" is metaphoric. As always I appreciate your thoughts.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This one may be above me. I know the three line stanza structure must be important, because we cut to the next stanza even in mid-idea. The pistol perplexes me because angst, for me is something that eats us each to some degree, but a pistol typically directs fire at another. So I'm a smidge lost here but it is usually the case that when I am lost, I'm just being a slow-witted old man and not getting something that everyone else gets.

What is NOT lost on me is the wonderful reference to a residue test that turns up salt. That is fabulous. We know where that salt comes from immediately and those last four lines are sterling, LOVE those lines.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks CSW, i know I am cryptic at times and perhaps even contrary. Thank you always for reading.

[icelandicblue]

Think of angst as the gunpowder which is ignited by the firing pin striking the cartridge primer (my frustration) and shoots the pearl at the target.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Ah! ... see, now I get it. Sometimes I am just slow ... VERY slow.

[icelandicblue]

Well I did have to look up how a firearm worked...I am a liberal from Massachusetts after all. No apologies required. ; )

[Sheila Kline]

It's in the gun shot residue that we find the traces of life that are so painful they have no where else to go except to the gathering ground of lost hope, dreams, and events that shatter our very life blood of what could not be. Fate's shrill voice is for a time made silent until another pearl is worn - then it just starts all over again..........The saddest part is that the residue is never really dusted away!
Exquisite metaphors!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Sheila,

Life does certainly does make his mark.

[A. Amos]

Lot of work going on in this piece and enjoyed the end with great message, great write my friend

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Amos, your words are much appreciated.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Wow, title grabs the reader attention into descriptive futural events in the mind of the protagonist.

Which gives the reader room for multiple interpretations based on the combination structure from the distinctive sum of words that distinguishes the poem.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your musings on the poem.