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Proceed with caution
serene rivers of silk and butter
I lick my lips
and proceed with caution
I cup my hands and drink the richness
It tastes of milk chocolate;
the water…
is leaking through the tiny crevices
between my fingers…
at once I glance upward
to the cracking twig's echo
somewhere in the distance…
a beast lurks
hungry for my meat
I stand frozen in my tracks
mediating whether or not
I should flee the area
then POW!
ricochets the bullets
then POW! again
jarring
deep deep deep
within my frightened body
stealing my breath and life away
less than a second
an inexplicable fear
pulsates throughout me
as I dream the deaths of my unattained prey…
and instantly wake up to the rapid beating of my heart
badump badump badump
my body trembling all over
my mind alarmed and ready…
I put away my rifles that day…
and never went hunting again…
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I read most of your poetry here, and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your use of "concrete" language, and the startling imagery that evolves from it in all of your pieces. ("concrete," means words that appeal to our physical senses-taste, touch, hear, etc.) Its very refreshing! Please don't take these comments as just the generic type of "back-patting" that goes on in most of the clubs online, as it takes Poetry that exhibets craftsmanship, and dedication, to get my attention. I hope you will also visit my Poetry site listed above, and the new one I just finished. There is a link to it on the first page of the "listed" site. After perusing your material, I think you might enjoy mine. Our style is kind of similar in some ways. (I think. lol?) Guest books are on the bottom of the first pages of both sites, and all comments. and critiques are welcome! God bless you, Jim.