Feeding Ground

Bullets cause death beside me.
They are shaped like words
and feel as leather whips.
They crack and leave broken bones,
broken dreams.
They shatter through windows
and weaken seams.

Missteps cause destruction beside me.
They are shaped of soft lips
and feel like the sun.
They snap ankles,
twisting reality back to truth.

This is what you do –
your miles and miles of misuse.

Faith is brought down before me.
In patterns of politicians,
in verse of destructive precision.
We fight ’til there is no sound,
left naked and unarmed –

on your feeding ground.

 

*Picture by Akenord

 

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26 comments

  1. Strong piece Jess. Excellent points in here. Poetically I love the way you set it up. The three stanzas first lines are great. Bullets cause death…/Missteps cause destruction…/Faith is brought down. Very nicely done. Thanks

  2. ‘cracked’ ‘ankles’ ‘snapped’ ~ pain conveyed sharply felt Jess ~
    like a ‘greenstick’ fractured ~ split ~ ‘They are shaped of soft lips’~
    words ~ that cut deep ~ and consumed ~ whole ~’left naked’ ~ stripped bare ~
    really right to the bare knuckle Jess ~ ‘faith brought down’ ~ Lib

  3. “Missteps cause destruction beside me.
    They are shaped of soft lips
    and feel like the sun.
    They snap ankles,
    twisting reality back to truth.”

    Powerful imagery. Like the way you turn it all round – “twisting reality back to truth”.

  4. Whoa, poet! Fierce images abound! Snapped ankles? Are you kidding me…the thought alone brings goosebumps and sickened stomach! Needless to say you’ve more than touched this reader…uggg Let’s hope those feeding grounds can remain occupied long enough to accomplish some change!

  5. So powerfully expressed…”We fight ’til there is no sound,
    left naked and unarmed –

    on your feeding ground.” ~ I felt this one..great write

  6. The first few lines in this poem creates an imagery of the power of words so well! “they are shaped like words but feel like leather whips. Very well written piece

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