I follow you out into the snow;
my feet growing numb.
Your body flashes in the distance
my childhood image of God.
Slowly flickering away.
My innocent breath stumbling
only strengthened when I call your name;
your body's pressed in bronze light-
a model of sacrifice.
The air trembles;
the revolver back-firing.
Sending the stars into retreat.
Orders to rise and run,
but don't get too far.
Dissolve along the wind.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | June 23, 2011 - 15:13
Hi beeme,
you always manage to have such an amazing way with
words. This is one of those poems, that really is
so descriptive. I love those lines:-
My innocent breathe stumbling
only strengthened when I call your name;
your body's pressed in bronze light-
a model of sacrifice.
But in actual fact I love the poem as a whole.
Thankyou for the read.
Jenny.
Highhat | June 23, 2011 - 17:28
Well done Beeme- your way with words is amazing. Is it "breath" you mean?
;)Pia
Beeme | June 23, 2011 - 17:31
Thank you so much Jenny and Highhat!!
Beeme xx