James Peranteau Poet Free verse

Final Thought

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          I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
          and smell the reek of their expedition

          I feel the cold of the steel they clamp 
                           to mine wrist
         and the rough of the hemp about mine 
                                throat

         I hear the last word of the commander
            and the plank beneath mine boots 

                         it's instant crack

          I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
                 rise up mine chin and face
                     as mine last journey

                              is down

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Zakhe Michael Mcunu August 19, 2015 at 6:45 PM Great work James Peranteau August 19, 2015 at 6:50 PM TY dear poet

Laura Breidenthal April 20, 2015 at 12:54 AM Now this one is especially powerful... the last moments of this poetic prisoner...I love how you set up the atmosphere in the beginning, putting the piece directly into the shoes of this prisoner. The helplessness, the images of the hemp around his neck and the steel around his wrist... a most fearful final adventure. Always, Laura

Dana Smith March 17, 2015 at 2:09 PM Love it a 7 from me James your poems have always impressed me and keep me coming back for more!! Hope you are doing well and thanks for stopping by!!

Elizabeth Wesley September 21, 2011 at 6:28 PM Graphic description of a hanging James. I can't help feeling the rope around my own neck with this one.

Debbie Guzzi July 26, 2011 at 8:22 AM very very GOOD we are all there with you [shiver] Light & Love

Nette Onclaud July 26, 2011 at 6:50 AM you make me reel on my seat, james... stunning! :) huggs to you, nette

Andrea Dietrich July 25, 2011 at 10:33 PM GREAT job with this one .Really captures the horrible feeling, james. One of your best!

Robert A. Dufresne July 25, 2011 at 9:02 PM whew! Heavy duty write James. described much too well for comfort. masterful

Joyce Johnson July 25, 2011 at 8:50 PM Wow James., this is a great entry for the contest. Better not to know one's last hour. Thank you or your kind comments on my "Tragedy". Love, Joyce

Doris Culverhouse July 25, 2011 at 7:54 PM your fans have spoken and I concur!! Great work!! thanks for yor comments on my poetic workings.

Carrie Richards July 25, 2011 at 7:47 PM Oh wow....powerful and frightening images....Wow indeed this one is like an episode of "Twilight Zone"! Excellent!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 25, 2011 at 10:32 AM a last hour bonanza of breathtaking imagery James.. u defintiely need to enter into the contest by Robb if it is still open luv.. your words are so intense ..so ultra dramatic to the core of the eye read... fantastico.. my friend....as u..luv.

Wilma Neels July 25, 2011 at 9:22 AM Enthralling piece James, I just love the images your evoke with it.. Hope your weekend was a great one *hugs* to Noah :)