Hot Lead

I only desire sincere relations with the worthiest of my acquaintance, that they may give me an opportunity once in a year to speak the truth. - Thoreau

with a guitar of accord slung zealously way down low

loaded to the hilt

no petty remorse and no nagging guilt

six strings aimed at your heart and head

"boom boom", i intently said

your sore thumb cocked patently back

in a shameless, strategic, frontal attack

you pointed your crooked fingers back at me

standing your ground with nary an inkling to flee

"bang bang", was your antagonistic reply

no fear that such a confrontation could cause either or both of us to up and die

i'd have let you finish the poem

but it's much too late for dread

you're already dead

full of

hot lead

Author's Note

"Though my life is low, if my spirit looks upward habitually at an elevated angle, it is as if it were redeemed. When the desire to be better than we are is really sincere we are instantly elevated, and so far better already." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a clever piece, and so impactful. I commend you for showcasing two fingers in your presentation. I used to play cowboys and indians when I was a kid, but my gun only had one finger. Hey, I was a girl, what did I know. Cool presentation, Pete! Happy New Year!

[Pete]

lol. thanks. seems we all played that as kids. i guess two barrels are better than one. happy new year kelly (let's make it a good one no matter) ... :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

You've touch my heart,yes we create that what is inside but in your words you brought it out.
Excellent write
Thank you for sharing

[Pete]

thank you for sharing the ammunition of your thoughts mauricio ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

What a strong piece of writing Pete. It reminded me of kids play when we would point fingers at each other and shout bang bang you’re dead. Yet here we are and grown ups are doing it all the time. Blew me away this did. Happy new year to you.

Chris

[Pete]

that certainly brings back a lot of memories. there was a parcel of woods across the street from where i grew up. we neighborhood kids would play "guns" and "war" there. we made tree houses and forts. we would even dig fox holes. i think we were imitating what we saw on television. it's interesting - many of the writes that i think are not very good and that people won't like turn out to be of interest. i was considering deleting this after i put it up yesterday. happy new year to you too my poetess friend from across the pond ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

It often happens that way. The poems we don’t like ourselves are the ones our readers like best. All the best to you too Pete.

[lightsong]

"You shot me down, Bang Bang..." lol.

The energy that comes rushing from your words and as your poem goes down, is enthusiast. it beats up to the sky with high positivity... your guitar is the engine, your pen, your music, your poetry, your truth!

[Pete]

lol. what else can i be but what i am and writing and listening to what what touches me and what i think and feel ... :)