I was a cowboy in America Before crossing the pacific divide In feudal Japan I now ride I a samurai With an ancient blade of steel Protecting my home With pistol at my side I came seeking out fame And to escape an outlaws shame Under rising sun Prepared for final battle Standing in the field Confronting a new enemy Another battle soul brother Still faceless like all the others Recognition here Warriors in a battle For a way of life Even before I draw down Recognition sets in Both are has beens Between he and I Time passes as a river Ever on the same Who lives another day Versus the one that shatters For today it doesn’t matter A peace flows onward Even as self is destroyed Living forever I know that wars are won Even a victory that is perfect Will give birth to new conflict
A response to the d’Verse prompt on narrative voice. To capture the two different voices I used two different poetry approaches. For the cowboy I used an ABB rhyme scheme, and for the samurai I used haiku for the voice.
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