Execution

In the field, the wood

where the vehicle

came to a stop.

Execution style

on the hood,

but I could see

a step into miles

of longevity.

 

See how we go through

with a different view,

so much pain shown

by that church pew.

The dove rose and flew

symbolizing peace for the

very few.

 

Bit off more than

could chew,

taken down to the

chimney shoo.

How could the past make

a difference too?

For it could always be that

I could send a card

to you,

but it would only get blocked

by this emotion that

is selective like

the snow.

 

That is why I stand here

with all my faculties

in tow.

We get along with

all our casualties, people

that we know

and I will seek and sow

intrinsically connected

with what is sewn.

So I will seek and

will not find.

 

This shot sent into and

through your mind.

Bloody Hell,

don't leave a mess

behind.

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

You explore that initial shot to your head and heart so well here dear JPOet....the point is, did you feel lucky punk? smiling at you with a Clint in her eye, Tai

[Murphy]

A powerful conveyance... I found myself reading this aloud.
"by this emotion that is selective like the snow"... I found myself repeating that line... interesting observation.
Not the average poem... above and beyond. Nice work.

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

Powerful and excellantly written.
This was like a bullet to the head itself.
Wonderfully done!

[April Child]

Bloody hell
don't leave a mess
behind

hehe well there is a saying, I dont remember it exactly but its something about not being able to tidy up the glorious mess of life.

There are certainly some interesting points here in your writing. I'm not sure exactly what is going on but I like these lines that kind of make you stop and think and there were quite a few in this piece.