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shooting star man
by Kristina Woodhilli have heard tell of a masked shooting star
man
who thinks of dreams in black and white
and slight
man
all day he's armed and loaded, word gun
han
dy
the quintessential taker of life's
can
dy
practicing on targets that fly high
paraded, lauded, balloon-dotted sky's eye,
(see strings on loosely waving wrists,
redsbluesyellowsareanicesolidmix)
all nods appear to cheer
for a perfectly delightful
4-point
lan
ding
he shoots them down
now
think of a blink
of beauty
and he'll sink it
like a finkleberry pie
gone sour
right before
your
very
very,
very
very
fetching
sigh
he's a far cry
from any wolf
i've every known
and the moon
knows a false
rise when
she sees one
and this one
is a sneeze
in the sun
undone
unfun
sprayed
all over
shotgun
stunner
who ought
to keep his
push
buttoned
silence
to himself
08/30/2009 Posted on 08/30/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/30/09 at 06:58 PM Here, here...well said, for one cannot have an honorable and chivalrous spirit if ones conduct is mean and paltry; for whatever a persons actions are, such must be their spirit. Pity the spirit that must dwell there within such a host.
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/30/09 at 10:09 PM As fiction, a drama dressed in potent poetry; as observation, it's a depressing read. Stars are what we should be aiming for, not at. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/30/09 at 10:58 PM I love what the moon knows. ;) |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/30/09 at 11:25 PM Wonderful imagery in this. I love the first stanza and the moon especially. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/31/09 at 03:57 AM Wow, this has an edge to it!!! I like!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/31/09 at 12:28 PM Ah, tis nearly as cute as you m'lady. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/31/09 at 01:49 PM Edgy indeed..and a roman a clef, perhaps? One always wonders when reading these gems, Kristina... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/31/09 at 03:46 PM The tearing and shooting down is so easy and cowardly - takes little courage - just brokenness in need of healing and now knowing it. The most dangerous of the broken ones. Inglorious shooter get thee behind us! Well and poetically expressed standing up for the creative ones. Thanks. |
| Posted by William Brunk on 09/17/09 at 08:44 PM sweet colored addiction...loved it. troubling
thank you. |
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