Recoil

Recoil

A Poem by Cory Barrett
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The sting was to much to leave alone, and if
A recoil so great the bruising left me longing aglow.
Maybe the blast would have been more controlled
If I would have held the gun tighter to my shoulder.

© 2020 Cory Barrett


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my first impression is like ... we can't help but pick at a scab .. though its painful and causes us to bleed once again .. we just can't leave it be .. after all they do fall off harmlessly when new skin will protect us ... L2 "...the bruising left me longing aglow" is difficult for me to understand your intent .. somehow i want it to be more clear .. like ..maybe leave "aglow" off ... i don't know .. something about the syntax that doesn't quite feel right to me .. there is certainly more to this story says i! anyone who is a shooter knows that we need to keep the rifle butt tight and close to avoid the bruises ...how are ya Cory? saw you were back and around the Cafe' so cam looking for something new .. instead found this one .. peace and joy good sir!
E.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I don't want to kill myself, just a wound will do me good...
I never could hold that gun steady...
This seems an allegory for a bruised ego...it won't kill us, but once the wound heals maybe we will be smarter for it...
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Cory Barrett

3 Years Ago

Black and blue indeed. Thanks for reading Jacob.

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Added on June 27, 2020
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