When a Bullet Strikes the Rain
Vanishing, one following the next
Eyes squint at the dark
Droplets sizzle with staccato
Speed equates to the sear
A path laced with intent
Quaking, she envisioning the casket
Finger flicks from the trigger
Fabric unweaves with requiescence
Choices lead to outcomes
Are all paths laced with intent
Shattering, both losing the memory
Air blasts from lungs
Skin rends without discourse
Pain asks what is between
What paths are not laced with intent
Hating, he admonishing the regret
Pistol falls from grip
Lead digs without remorse
Fragments dissolve to void
Intent pervades even after death
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3 Comments
pamelacreese
Interesting visuals and the jumble of thoughts and actions.
Joe
Hi Judah, Nice poem. I like the rhythm and the imagery. I think the poem holds together. Uncle Joe
Judah Mahay
Thank you for the comments. I don’t write poetry often, but this one in particular arrived with the title and refused to go away till I put it to pen.