Paper Shredding

I sit, quiet as a feather.
As still as glass.
And ready myself.
Waiting.
Controlling my breathing - steady in, steady out.
Maintain focus.
Relax.

I let my eyes blur.
My grip tightens evenly.
Wrists lock.
My sight picture aligns.
A final inhalation.
Exhale.
My finger flexes....

BULLS-EYE!

— infinite_dwarf, Aug 08, 2008

About This Poem

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Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

Critiques

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Great shot!

Way ta go Jess. You're my kinda woman. You have a gun and can shoot. Somebody needs to protect me! *LOL* Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

lol

Sounds like l'il 'Nessa will protect you just fine. She could beat the shit out of someone better with a frying pan than I can shoot 'em.... LOL! All in good fun, Rett, I really honestly do admire the woman. :~) ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Just 'cause you have one, doesn't mean you need to be one....."

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

and the paper shreds...

all the way to the end I was reading without knowing and wondering about the shredding paper.. to my surprise you are shooting... loved this ! Richard

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

YES!

That's exactly what I was going for, and was struggling with the title, as I didn't want it to be obvious. Thanks for your comments! :~) ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Just 'cause you have one, doesn't mean you need to be one....."