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Duplex

You trod
over
frosted 
farmland
upon
your brow
was ice
and I
felt your
mind and 
knew your
heart and
that was
a sad
device

Smoked out
your life
widowed
your wife
you'll not
have that
daughter
fair nor 
dark haired
son to
toss up
midair

I dropped
you there
from my
dark lair
my sight 
was true
I shot
you through
bid you
adieu
for you
wore green
while I 
wore blue




December 6, 2016
For the 'DUPLEX - Poetry Contest' - sponsored by Jan Allison

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016

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Jan Allison Date: 12/10/2016 7:58:00 PM DOUGGGGGGGG what happened ... this wasn't entered in the contest!!!! I've just come across it when I was looking down your poems to reciprocate you commenting on one of my poems :-(:-( :-( I will put up a new contest so hopefully you will write a new one for that:-(:-( hugs jan xx Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/10/2016 8:22:00 PM I guess I'm the hopelessly flawed painter who gets drunk and puts his foot through his painting in the night, Jan. Must have just not entered it into the contest after submitting it to the PoetrySoup website. Thought I had.... Oh well, I have more tea and coffee and booze. : )

Justin Bordner Date: 12/8/2016 3:35:00 PM This is a beautifully somber poem on the lament of love lost in a frosted landscape Doug. The first segment creates strong sentiment and imagery. I like how you reversed the perceptions in the heart and mind...J.A.B. Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/8/2016 11:50:00 PM Thanks, Justin. Thinking of those instants of war, one of which is "He's just a boy like me."

Agnes Krampe Date: 12/8/2016 1:15:00 PM The beginning of the poem drew me in, the second stanza puzzled me, the third made it clear. Well told story, Doug, and I especially like how subtly you work with the rhyme. Good luck in the contest. Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/8/2016 1:37:00 PM Thank you, Agnes. : ) Is the randomness we see an illusion?

Lim'Rik Flats Date: 12/8/2016 10:39:00 AM Hooshki Booshki! Makes me look over my shoulder whilst I wander. You've got duplicity right in the crosshairs amigo. Three wowsas and a shudder! cheerelles ~ j Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/8/2016 12:03:00 PM Now that I think of it, the lesson may just be that's it not easy being green.

Joseph May Date: 12/8/2016 9:46:00 AM A deep and dark tale from the sniper's lair...well written... Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/8/2016 11:59:00 AM Thank you, Joseph.

Andrea Dietrich Date: 12/7/2016 3:53:00 PM Doug, I felt so silly after I said that to you. Yes, I was thinking backwards. I tried so hard to make mine fit 20 words or less. hahaha. Now I feel good because I could go and extend my story a bit!! Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 4:06:00 PM : ) All's well, Andrea. I wouldn't go and use the word "moist" like 7 or 8 times though - lots of people hate that one.

Nette Onclaud Date: 12/7/2016 12:37:00 PM the die is cast; so deeply scribed with a sense of foreboding... incredible write, doug!..huggs Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 2:23:00 PM From air and darkness, can we get real-world colors? Thank you, (((Nette))).

Paloma P Date: 12/7/2016 5:13:00 AM A moving and intriguing take on the subject matter, there's much emptiness between the lines. Good luck Doug. Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 8:26:00 AM Paloma, you know that concept of an atom being the small, compact nucleus, with the tiny electrons orbiting at vast distances. Lots of room for thought in there. : )

Darren White Date: 12/7/2016 1:22:00 AM THIS! It's fantastic Doug, a7 and fave from me. Good luck in the contest :) Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 2:18:00 PM (Just kidding.) Cheers, Darren. : ) Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 2:17:00 PM Translated: "Thank you, yes, I want blue chicken sky with you." -- I don't get it.... Darren White Date: 12/7/2016 12:15:00 PM Dank je, ja! Alsjeblieft (translate that ;) ) Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 8:24:00 AM Dank je, my friend from across the sea.

Andrea Dietrich Date: 12/7/2016 12:31:00 AM wow, Doug. what an impact this has for the horror of war. I love it. one problem. Read her rules. I think it's minimum 20 lines Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 8:06:00 AM Hi Andrea. : ) Indeed, "Minimum of 20 lines." I think we are so used to seeing the length of contest submissions being capped on the upper end - and not without good reason ; ) - that this 'Duplex' is a new world. Or is that 2 new worlds? Jan's example poem was 24 lines long. : P

Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 12/6/2016 8:53:00 PM Very cryptic poem, Doug. The imagery is masterfully written. Very concise, very thought provoking. An excellent poem on so many levels. Love it though. Much love to you. Login to Reply Doug Vinson Date: 12/7/2016 8:00:00 AM Wow, that is one heck of a comment, RW. Thank you so much, my friend. Especially at this time of year, I think that if everybody on earth would just sit down and write a poem, things would be better. Or if they even just wrote something....