Doug Vinson Poet Verse

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

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Jan Allison December 10, 2016 at 7:58 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 Doug Vinson December 10, 2016 at 8:22 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 December 8, 2016 at 3:35 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. Doug Vinson December 8, 2016 at 11:50 PM Thanks, Justin. Thinking of those instants of war, one of which is "He's just a boy like me."

Agnes Krampe December 8, 2016 at 1:15 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. Doug Vinson December 8, 2016 at 1:37 PM Thank you, Agnes. : ) Is the randomness we see an illusion?

Lim'Rik Flats December 8, 2016 at 10:39 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 Doug Vinson December 8, 2016 at 12:03 PM Now that I think of it, the lesson may just be that's it not easy being green.

Joseph May December 8, 2016 at 9:46 AM A deep and dark tale from the sniper's lair...well written... Doug Vinson December 8, 2016 at 11:59 AM Thank you, Joseph.

Andrea Dietrich December 7, 2016 at 3:53 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!! Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 4:06 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 December 7, 2016 at 12:37 PM the die is cast; so deeply scribed with a sense of foreboding... incredible write, doug!..huggs Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 2:23 PM From air and darkness, can we get real-world colors? Thank you, (((Nette))).

Paloma P December 7, 2016 at 5:13 AM A moving and intriguing take on the subject matter, there's much emptiness between the lines. Good luck Doug. Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 8:26 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 December 7, 2016 at 1:22 AM THIS! It's fantastic Doug, a7 and fave from me. Good luck in the contest :) Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 2:18 PM (Just kidding.) Cheers, Darren. : ) Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 2:17 PM Translated: "Thank you, yes, I want blue chicken sky with you." -- I don't get it.... Darren White December 7, 2016 at 12:15 PM Dank je, ja! Alsjeblieft (translate that ;) ) Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 8:24 AM Dank je, my friend from across the sea.

Andrea Dietrich December 7, 2016 at 12:31 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 Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 8:06 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. December 6, 2016 at 8:53 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. Doug Vinson December 7, 2016 at 8:00 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....