Words fall,
like soldiers on a field
of someone else’s choosing,
fatally wounded
in the trigger pull
of sound proof ears.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
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- Pat Paulk
- Pat Paulk's poetry has appeared in numerous ezines, including Poetic Voices, The Sidewalk's End, WAH, Autumn Leaves, Banks Of The Little Miami. He resides in Atlanta, Ga. with his fianceé, and a black cat in need of exorcism.
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8 comments:
I know the feeling. Nicely caught.
I faced that today..
Wow - very effective Pat!
As always, In catching up I find so many great pieces.
I do like to visit.
Even if sporadic...
ah... i know how that feels...
Oy.
"Words fall like soldiers in a field" Wow, what a start!
You have a way of capturing such intense moments with so few words. A true art in itself!
Do we ever get to choose the field? Almost never. Nice and effective poem.
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