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You'll Only Die Tired
by V. Blakelike some animal in the dark, not thinking
to look both ways before crossing a street,
i lay. armored against morning by only a dream
(that might just as well have been silk)
while last night's mistake completed its mission
of painting a series of shrinking rings on my eyelids,
i was ever so blissfully unaware that the sun
(being the good little soldier that he is)
was climbing up the mountains to his favorite perch
...with his sniper rifle. 11/26/2009 Author's Note: "Don't try to run. You'll only die tired!"
Posted on 11/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/26/09 at 10:17 PM ... quite poignant..... |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 11/26/09 at 10:47 PM You beat my poem a day streak, but this is a worthy poem. (And I can totally relate to the sun's sniper-ish ways, as you know.) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/26/09 at 10:55 PM ...heh, heh, yeah, it'll get you every time...tho you know...a jaunty lil' posit o' the day breaks, eh? good un. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/27/09 at 05:11 PM I have met this kind of morning more often than I want to remember. The way you describe it blows my mind. |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 11/28/09 at 04:35 AM Yes, words that really feel "morning." |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/28/09 at 10:49 PM This is exactly how I feel about waking up. Carpe Noctem! |
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