Deep breath
In, out
Smelling home for the first time
Or what should have been home
But was taken away
In, out
The children are laughing
Smiling, joking
As though it were still summer
But summer is over
In, out
Set down the guitar case
Full of potential
As a girl looks over
Hey, girl
I’ll play you a song
In, out
At last in my homeland
And they’re out of time
Deep breath
In, out
Reach for the trigger
I’ll play you a song
In, out
In, out
In, out
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I really like this poem. I like the sentence structure and how it ends. It was very sad, but the reader could empathize with the bomber.
ReplyDeleteGreat motif, Kayla. It adds to the intensity of the poem. My favorite lines are the first five and the line "Hey, girl / I'll play you a song." Deceptively casual.
ReplyDeleteI would have never guessed at the beginning of this poem that is is about a bomber, because it has a relaxing quality about it, one that I would never expect a bomber to have. The ending is great. You may want to add some punctuation to the end of your sentences so it all doesn't run together.
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