Roscoe Lane
Roscoe Lane
Feb 27, 2011

His worth in pool

His worth in pool

The dripping sweat
ripples his reflection.

He stares drained,
knowing this
battle has
ended.

No pleasure in this
changing mirror,
quiet reflection
he trembles.

What was his worth,
he had slaughtered
brothers, fathers
on both sides.
Those with sword,
those he lead.

Would he be
forever the rebel
hunted,
willing to die
for his people
for beliefs his
beliefs.

He stands,
leaves no image
to the water….

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Wil we ever appreciate..

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Scotland, Ayrshire land of Burns.., GBR

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Roscoe Lane

Thank you Rosi, I have a few ideas about this poem so i may change it slightly. Again i say thank you, Love Roscoe...

K

If it were my poem, I'd omit the last line, Roscoe as the title alludes to it.

He leaves his face would have more significance which is after all, your intent, n'est-ce pas?
The last line is always the *kicker* in the poem and should convey the deeper meaning.

Read some W.S. Merwin poetry.

~A

Roscoe Lane

This face i think has more meaning, as it's this time. That face, that thought, that moment he can't take with him if he has to continue. I hope i'm correct, but i will think about it. Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Lane

I decided to change the ending, but not the way suggested, I believe i've got it right, and hope you approve. Thank you, Love Roscoe...