Wonderful stuff. I can't help but wonder what hot irony you must holster; I must hear those deadly action words you wield that pierce the heart so. But first, let me don my bullet proof brain; I prefer to live through that experience. I may not fall, but I will surely bow. Read on, Macduff.
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My dad always used to call me Macduff...nice reminder of him, thanks.
I like your metaphorica.. read moreMy dad always used to call me Macduff...nice reminder of him, thanks.
I like your metaphorical response to the poem.
j.
High Noon & the heat is on, yet
the words are stubborn ..refusing
to cooperate.. perhaps another
round_up of beer.in cool mugs
.great metaphor laced within the lines ..
Such great imagery here. With so few words you were able to paint such a scene.
Even the title says a great deal.
What a tragic end for the wordslinger. Unless, of corse, lead can still pump through his veins.
I loved reading this. Thank you!
Well, a lead filled heart won't let the x-rays through. So we may never know if it was broken or not. But his jammed typewriter seems to be his end. At least he finished half his mug before the showdown. I enjoyed the read.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..