Sniper

Sniper

A Poem by Neville
"

Sometimes, it pays to keep moving, sometimes it pays to keep still....

"

Sniper

 

I sit and watch

Patiently

As each of your

Familiars

Appear and wait

Anxiously

For your eventual

Arrival

Like trained koi

Responding

To the sound of some

Invisible bell

 

I lay here oh so

Quietly

Listening to each

Of your

Heartbeats

As they echo within

The solid wall

Of my chest

Marking time

Waiting like a sniper

For the first signs of

Movement

 

It never comes

Though does it

For I am surely cursed

Condemned

To wait here freezing

For eternity

Armed to the teeth

Maybe but

With dreams and

 With so much longing

It hurts

 Even to draw breath

Against the weight of

All these echoes

 

 

 

 

© 2018 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
I know what ya thinking punk......come on, make my day...

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Your poem reminds me of that kind of person who seems to draw in everyone around, like a charismatic leader of people, whether in a high or low position in life. Everyone seems to watch this kind of person when they enter a room. It seems your narrator's hopes are "shot down" (sniper-like) since he's just one of a crowd who feels her in his bones like he does (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Neville

5 Years Ago

Hey so good to have you visit these words Margie & so much appreciated too.. not a bad shot either, .. read more
sniper reminds me of two things one person good with a gun with a perfect target and a fish.. i rather like the latter.. lol

Posted 5 Years Ago


Neville

5 Years Ago

yeah.. make mine a fish any day..... smiling here thanks my friend.. I think you have broken the rec.. read more
I like all the watching and waiting up top. And those two familiars! So familiar. Their anxiety cranks up the absence and anticipation of the Great One. The two heartbeats intrigue, why two? What manner of being re is this? The feeling is physical in the middle but the physical fades into dreamy disappointment and frustration at the end. Though their is a delicious feel to the despair of yearning without real hope. Maybe that is how the whole of life is. We know there's great stuff there... over there... just... out of reach. You got me thinking.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Neville

5 Years Ago

You got me thinking now... Cheers Ron..
Maybe your sniper has readers puzzled? Not at all sure what this means but it is giving me feelings of rejection. I am feeling that there is a great deal of love here that isn't being returned. My compass is stuck, I have no direction.To be freezing for all eternity is some punishment.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


Neville

5 Years Ago

maybe sometimes there is no exact or precise meaning & yes, maybe it is more about how one feels abo.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are welcome Mr P
Neville

5 Years Ago

Then I'm gonna say it again... thank you Chris....

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Added on September 15, 2018
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