Dave Timperley Poet Dramatic Verse

Red Mist

A babe in arms, who knows no sin,
A mothers love for only him.
A carefree shopper, enjoying the day,
Each not knowing what may come their way.

A young man yet unversed in life,
A teenage girl longs to be a wife.
A down and out, drunk on meths,
Each not knowing their impending deaths.

A cyclist peddling for all his worth,
A boy and his mates so full of mirth.
A policeman's lot maybe not a happy one,
Each not knowing they may soon be gone.

A man, overdressed in the July heat goes by,
A rooftop sniper, watching, knows just why.
He raises his sights, his target cannot be missed,
His aim is true, a bombers head becomes red mist.

© Dave Timperley 2014

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Wilma Neels January 29, 2015 at 5:53 AM Dave what an awesome write.. death is never a nice topic to write about but your title and the verses that followed really painted a vivid picture. Hope 2015 is treating you good thus far :) Wilma Neels January 29, 2015 at 8:09 AM Dave, so happy to hear you and your family weren't hurt in anyway and what you say its true.. memories cant be taken away from us. God bless you Dave Timperley January 29, 2015 at 7:04 AM Your last comment was poignant Wilma. Our home was robbed of it's treasure last night But we are safe and so are our memories, no one can take those. Thanks for stopping by. God Bless. D.

Michelle Mac Donald January 23, 2015 at 1:16 AM Oie yoie, the traverse and tragedies of war.:( Another well penned write, Dave! There seems to be no fairness nor favorites, only the ongoing circle of death and grief. You have touched many facets of war with this piece. Keep well, Mikki Dave Timperley January 24, 2015 at 6:47 AM No niceties in war no matter how it is presented. Thanks for dropping by Mikki. God Bless. D.

Isaiah Zerbst January 15, 2015 at 9:19 AM Effective title! And the way it lead up to it was surprising, and afterwards thought of as very thoughtful by you. Such skill! Dave Timperley January 16, 2015 at 2:36 PM Thanks for your comment Isaiah, it was inspired for friends lost in conflict.