Unpremeditated, just a reflexive blink,
Was not as startled as the glitter of grime
Against the sun-streaked light.
The idea of a memorandum-laden airplane
Stirred the rust of my machine guns.
Unrelenting, my magazine would spew
Spurts of rage till the argument
Yields to the louder, more determined Soldier.
I would give my victory no rest.
It will die, of its own accord,
Among the intricate complexities of
Newer, better armament.
Rubber bands. Rubber sheaths.
My conscious song would be a beat
Rhythmic as a heart
Even as it skips
A splintered auricle.
I would want to be a mutineer.
I would hop and skip and leave them dead.
Ensconced in silk,
My wandering aircraft describes
A pocket.
The enemy is avoided.
Such daredevil feat.
The maneuver interrupting
The train of deployed dust.
You managed to articulate the uncertainty of war very well. Truly a fantastic write. Keep up the good work my friend!
wonderful simile poem...eloquent verses well delivered...excellent..A10+ Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
anyone the know poetry will say this was a good write. but there are normal ppl.tht know know certain things about poetry. I could give this poem a 10 but some1 might have a different oppinion not the best I have seen but good 10s