nice stuff

m very nice very nice indeed, >.> muhahaha yes i am back! to applaud your greatness hahahah

Hello, new reviewer; well, obviously. I love this poem, btw. Talk about a sudden change of mood, but it works.

Hey, btw, have you heard anything from savannah? She seems to have gone away.

I happened to come across this and I really like it. I am not so good at writing poems, but you definietely are!

Nicely written. I love the detail and imagry here. Keep writing, and thanks for the review.

Hmm, I like how this piece contrasts a modernish figure I'm guessing of at most the last couple decades, and a cowboyish theme with the horse. That's how I pictured it. Good work.

I believe I know who this poem refers to, but I may be wrong. If I am, be sure to chastise me by throwing rocks and rotten veggies and such.

Ahem.

First, the italic section.
My guess as to whom the poem refers to is JFK, who was often called The Last Gunslinger of our time. An extremely popular and charismatic man, (the birds must bow/as he passes by/and the clouds must part/to give him the sky) he was known for his well-defined moral standards, (high on a horse) at least in regards to public policy. He was also a religious man (a prayer in his mind) and he spoke eloquently and memorably (and a song on his lips). He also had a very high standard in regards to patriotism and national security (guns at his hips). That seems par for the JFK course so far, at least to me.

Then the twist happens, and its a dynamic one. The poem switches from a nostalgic, dreamy, flowing sort of narrative to a dark, brooding one. This is reflected by the way the nostalgic, dreamy, flowing Italics darken into to a hard and harsh Bold. What other event could this be than the assassination of JFK?

It was a stark event (bullets pierce) that tainted an otherwise beautiful day (the clear, still air). Perhaps the lines "and strike my father,/my prince dark and fair" are being narrated by JFK Jr., bringing about the picture of JFK's funeral and how sad yet strong the little guy seemed. Perhaps this very image was the inspiration for the poem itself?

Another clue that this was JFK is given in the final lines. The whole country admired the guy, but when he died, the world seemed dimmer. Not only for the loss of a great leader, but because it was a completely pointless, mysterious, and hurtful loss. The tragedy was only lengthened by the trial of Lee Harvey Oswald, which constantly reminded the public that an era had truly ended.

Of course, the "father" in this poem could also refer to someone else. Perhaps The Last Gunslinger could be YOUR father, dear Gaki, and the imagery in the italic section would be representative of the deep love a young woman feels for her the most important man in her life. For your sake, Ms. Toki, I hope this isn't the case.

That said, let loose the squishy tomatoes of incorrectness or the fresh tomatoes of right, whichever the case may be!

this is really fantastic! i love it.