Ricochet

Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray
poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals,
in the heady light of day good men reel
recalling these morbid missiles played.

Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray
bringing uncalled for blackness to congeal 
oft in coddled, crimson, rivers most surreal
on pathways and walls, red ricochets.

Call back those loosed demons, wants, desires ...
become a brighter bit of coal transformed 
a flaming diamond full of holy light, 
'fore the bullets tear and youth expires,   
praise not the bigot, brash and uninformed.  

Be the truth which knows no ending, defy ...
for foul anger, hatred, violence, all underlie,
the crumpled wall, the tattered form, the child's sigh,
all poison piercing's guns and bullets buy.  
Play not the shill for evil men who lie.

Let youth and fire... form facets.. for the right
and strengthen all that's growing in the light.


Caudate Sonnet  
abba abba cdecde efffgg
volta line 9

*Inspired by "Scared Bullet" by The Scribe (Marlon Linton)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Marcum Wong Avatar
June 3, 2014 at 12:46 AM
Congratulations on this wonderful profoundly beautiful poem being featured Deb!
Lindley Avatar
June 1, 2014 at 7:06 PM
This is profoundly deep and written so well. Soon after the first line I saw crimson and the evil reality of "lost souls" playing out tragic deeds for the demon's delight!! BBBBBravo!!!!!!!!!!
K. Avatar
April 14, 2012 at 11:33 AM
This is the first time I heard of a Caudate sonnet, thanks for sharing this form, but more importantly the topic that you used here is even more stirring-- very vivid write that just stays with me... and oh shucks, thank you for thinking that I would be there :) hugs to you Debbie :D
Mac Donald Avatar
April 14, 2012 at 7:40 AM
This is so very well concieved Debs! The sad undertones give it the feel of a Lay. In reality I don't know where to begin complimenting its soulful lines and detail. In fact, I love it for it's entirety! I've never been good with forms and format, but you are a perfectionist, and this will definitey follow it's cue.:) Best wishes, Love, Mikki
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