Cannon of thought

Staging scenes of shootings

On a landscape of broken minds

My head was on the auction block

While she wasn’t on my radar

 

I took a swipe of inhumanity

To disturb the powerful

And the iron law of history

But nothing was delivered

 

Through accident and reclusion

She wandered back towards me

I wallowed in her spirit

And took solace in her faith

 

We participated privately

In the dyslexia of love

Our closed eye adventure

Muddying the detail

 

My love speaks in simple composition

Felt from coast to coast of my soul

And tip to stern of my heart

She's my cannon of thought

And she handed me back my mind

Reviews

[Jasmine]

ok, "the dyslexia of love" is the best phrase I've read on here in a long time.

Of the two that I've read, you write the type of poems that I have to read twice, to make sure that I've got everything. I don't know if that means anything except that I'm a dunce, but, once again, the poem is well-written. Nice work.

[Bewitching Sensations]

love an amazing thing ;)

[de_maruf]

nice

[SuicidePact.]

this i cannot describe with words, im just going to go with...wow..

[hmm]

some powerful writing here,
Very nicely done.

[Tim Lion]

Very cool, Love the fresh word choices. The movement is natural.
The story welltold.

The only thing I can think of that I would change is "coast to coast"....
maybe pole to pole or wall to wall. Eh, just a style thing.

I dig it!
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[Pi Cee]

I enjoy how she took your thoughts. Great write.